Who takes the first step? It shouldn't be a question but it always seems to be.
After a fight. After some distance and time. After a great night. Who takes the first step?
I guess it comes down to a bravery thing. There's always those thoughts that come up though: Why must I do it? Don't I always make the first step? Isn't it their turn? Would I be too pushy? Should I give them more time?
My stupid mind questions too much sometimes. We all go through it. It's one of those games we deny to be a part of. Why does anything have to be a guessing game to begin with? Some jump into whatever without questioning. I like that idea, but it's not me. Analytical me.
Who takes the first step? I know while I think this through, a few days will pass and no step will be made.
The End.
Wednesday, June 4
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