Her name is Confusion.

He sometimes gets the feeling that something’s wrong but he’s too afraid to ask her. He doesn’t want to make things awkward, but it’s already so hard to figure out a tone of voice over IM.

He wishes he could talk to her on her phone, but she wouldn’t disobey her parents and call after 10:00 at night for him.

He knows that chances are she means a lot more to him than he does to her, and it scares him even though he excepts the fact that there is no such thing as an equal balance of affection in a relationship. There isn’t.

He starts getting worried. “What if this doesn’t work out?” “What if she doesn’t like me anymore?” “Am I being too apprehensive?” “Wednesday’s only two days away and that’s the only day we can go out.”

He wishes he wasn’t scared about it working out between him and her.

He knows there’s a possibility it won’t.

His name is Heartbreak.