I think Nathan and I were too similar.  Too cautious, both of us avoided reaching out further than the other.  Neither of us wanted to love or care any more than the other.  The result is that we both stood paralyzed after a point, waiting on the edge, neither of us willing to take the plunge into love, or even lust.  It was sad really, the possibility of what we might have had if we, or at least one of us, had been brave enough to take the lead.  After the first six months something happened, and I took his fear, and combined it with my own, and interpreted it then as indifference. It made me cold, and bitter, and I began the process of cutting Nathan off.

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