The one for March

I'd like to sneak this one in so at least there's a link for March on my bloggie. I'm walking along the line of ambiguity, neither here, nor there. I'm caught like a deer in headlights. Yes, that one, that photo. The eyes are wide, the expression dumb. He laughs viciously and I coil into the fetal position and I peek out and his expression softens. I think I love him - or do I? I hate it when friendship reaches a point of ambiguity - does it stay as is or does it develop into something else? Am I attracted to him? Isn't it pathetic that I don't know whether I'm attracted to him? I flirt, he flirts, then he doesn't and then I don't. I feel at ease and then I veer off into the stupid like I usually do... why can I be so stupid at times? And he looks at me like I've lost it... I'm used to that look. I giggle it off mirthfully. He moans, I whisper, we dumb down the conversation, we're in this sort-of dreamy state. I'm sure he feels for me too. But we're both wimps, we are. It's because we don't want to lose what we have. But time doesn't stand still. Time passes, we change, everything changes, nothing is static.