Is it guilt? or nerves?

It's always the ones you tell them not to worry about, isn't it?

I know I have no need to be guilty, I don't owe him shit. However, I do. For some god-forsaken reason, somewhere deep inside I feel some sort of guilt for agreeing to dinner. It's just dinner. 

But I think anyone knows that dinner, is never just dinner. There's some sort of expectation that comes from agreeing to dinner with a guy, and maybe that's where the nerves come in. I'm not quite ready to dive in head-first into anything that requires the most minimal attention, and in my experience, they always all end up requiring more attention than I ever intended to give. 

The million of romance films and romance novels out there would agree with me. I've watched and read my fair share, and maybe that's where the hopeless romantic in me resides, feeding off of scripted love stories that have been revised hundreds of times, until they're perfect. But that's the thing isn't it? We feed off of and hope for stories like the ones we watch and read about, but ours don't get revisions from people dedicated to them like their living depends on it, in real life ours get one chance to be perfect or to crash and burn.  

At the end of the day, we have to ask ourselves is it worth it? Is it worth it to disrupt our peace? to give it a shot? to see where it can go? or is it better off if we just leave it alone and let it go? 

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