Well, I did it. I asked out the girl of my dreams. I had skipped class at UT to come to tell her in Houston over her spring break. After 2 AM breakfast at the House of Pies, I told her that I was in love with her. After a few minutes of speechlessness, she told me that she loved me, just not "like that" (Cliché, no?). We got in our cars and left.

Later that day a simple goodbye turned into a three-hour discussion of what I was too afraid and she was too shocked to talk about earlier. At first she tried to appear less firm on her feelings (or lack therof) for me to try to ease the blow, but her stance eventually firmed. It's funny when you realize that what you see and what she sees about your realtionship couldn't be more different.

But the broken heart isn't as bad as it could be. When we talked, I was honest. And by honesty, I mean that I held nothing back. I opened my heart and told her everything I feel, even the things I was afraid to say; I've never done that before. I know in my heart that I did my best, that I left it on the field. Looking back, there's nothing that I could have done better or differently; that's the most comforting thing that I have to cling to right now, so I'm going with it.