I hate this part about pursuing a guy... The beginning where you're feeling eachother out, and the nerves are at a paramount. You have your "first date" and had the "serious talk" and you go home. And then you freak out -- analyzing every single conversation. You're convinced that you messed up; you said the wrong thing; did the wrong thing. Enough so that you convince yourself that he's no longer interested.
And he may not be.
Or he might just be incredibly busy -- it is the first day of class, he's got work, he's got practice, and he broke his phone.
Or he might not be interested.
My mind hurts. My heart hurts. I am on the verge of tears. Damn this psychological warfare!
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