I love them, but I can't shake the feeling that they don’t feel the same way. Every little gesture, every word, gets analyzed—maybe they’re just being nice, maybe they’re just pretending. It’s like I’m stuck in this space where I care so much, but I’m too scared to admit it, because what if I’m wrong? What if I’m just setting myself up for disappointment? So, I hold back, even though everything in me wants to get closer, because deep down, I’m afraid my feelings won’t be returned.