Thought to Ponder

To see a world in a grain of sand
And a heaven in a wild flower,
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand,
And eternity in an hour.
--William Blake

Is this really where we saw ourselves a month ago? Is this what we wanted it to be? Was it supposed to be different? I feel like it's starting to become more forced. Don't get me wrong, I absolutely love hanging out with you and all the good times we have, but are we really supposed to be more than friends? Can we handle it? Can I?

I'm no longer sure of the best course of action, of the best choice, of whether there is a choice.