On Love

I have a new love in my life.

From stage left, enter Damien Rice. He plays guitar, he looks scruffy and hot, and he can sing! You can hardly fit anybody in that criteria these days now. Him, and Michael Vartan (Yes, change sing to act! AND he can play the guitar.).

Except, that said, the real object of my affections is still clueless while I pine on, hopelessly and helplessly, only because I'm terrified of rejection. We're at a comfortable stage of our friendship and I don't want to ruin that with a revelation. I could go on with what we've done, but I'm afraid he'll stumble upon this and discover it without me telling him personally.

Yes, I also know 'nothing ventured nothing gained', but what about 'don't put all your eggs in one basket'? Internal conflict isn't nice. Sigh.