The Chase
I miss the chase. I miss chasing and being chased. Looking at one old photo in particular reminds me of the several times in the beginning he said, "I'm going to chase you." I thought, "Psh, okay. You've already got me anyway." Maybe I shouldn't have adopted and demonstrated that attitude so quickly. Perhaps I should have just let the chase and the subsequent excitement persist. But what difference would that have made except maybe slightly prolong the duration of the whatever-it-was? I can't expect to be chased--though chaste, I can expect to be (bad joke, sorry). I also can't chase just to chase, because that would leave me breathless. Additionally, though I know it's the 21st century and I do have slightly feminist views, I often feel immodest in my pursuits. Initially, the excitement and uncertainty will entice me, but eventually, it is the same uncertainty that pulls me back. Okay, admittedly, the former uncertainty is one of whether
