Why am I putting myself in this position?
I love a man who doesn't love me. Will he eventually? Maybe. Really, I don't want anyone else. But he is so not ready. He's got things to work out in his own heart and there is no room for me. So watch me tiptoe backwards away from the beautiful buffet table and put some space in between myself and those delicious hors' doerves.
After a while, maybe I'll be invited back to partake or maybe I'll find myself very, very hungry.