I am a Perfectionist.
Dare me!
Friendships stem from familiarity.
They supposedly grow in close proximity.
I can like you from afar.
Who is to say it’ll grow nearer
If it grows…
It could steer into something meaningful.
Something pristine.
Something worthwhile.
My fear is…
If the likeness declines, as you do nothing to earn it,
It could lose meaning if you start to do something,
in the hope that it grows.
And if you start to do something,
in the hope that it grows, I could like you even more.
I’m torn between these two.
My fear is…
If you should continue to do nothing,
then we will never explore the possibilities.
Right about now, it’s nothing or something.
The former breeds nothingness.
The latter, mere possibilities.
I’m fascinated…
By the possibilities of us becoming one (a whole).
