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This cat and mouse game we play, though exciting, is, to be blunt, driving me crazy. Life is short. We’re not getting any younger. I’m crazy about you and I’ve gathered it’s mutual, yet we’re both too bloody proud to make the first move… what to do? I hope one of us cracks. I hope I’m dancing across your brain like you are mine at night; that you’re hoping the following day will be the day. I wish you knew how much I’d cherish you. Here’s hoping I guess… —The Constant Gardener
This article appears in Nov 26 – Dec 2, 2015.
Some things to consider. Cats eat mice. Mice carry disease.
This is not about pride. The trick is, you have to be free to make the first move. Anyone worth their salt would go for it, from the sound of this love, were it not for an obstacle, or two. Think about that for a minute.
Then, when you gather again that it must be mutual, find yourself another reason to not make that first move. You’ll remain in limbo haven until one of you admits reality.
Show a little respect for yourself. Break up with your respective other and move the fuck on. You seem perfect for each other.
It’s most likely not mutual, if a guy really likes you, they will make the first move. You should just stick to gardening, at least it brings peace of mind.