She asked me if I liked her more than a friend. The hesitation in my anxiously-waited response was/ is killing me from the inside out. The response read that I did, but I'm confused/ scared about the situation. Which is true, I am. And in love, one cannot be false. But I just wish I knew how I felt and stopped rocking back and forth between the darkness of not knowing and the nonchalance of knowing. I just wish I knew why I am standing on the cusps of liking and not liking- and why my standing includes running back and forth between the two. I'm just afraid of starting something my heart doesn't want to. I'm afraid of hurting her as a result of my own lack of knowing how I feel.