the worst thing about waiting is the way you fall prey to the inbetween. the number of times derailment declares itself as a definite possibilty. and it happens, dear reader. it certainly does.
the longer a thing is put off, the higher the risk of failure. nothing new there.
but what you may not know, is that as time passes, varying results increase their influence. the difference between a happy conversation and a sad confession or a spontaneous kind act or a carefully manufactured seduction will gain power. like some kind of emotional redoubling doppler effect. three days becomes a fucking stretch. a cycle in a tired and aggrevated pendulum.
back and forth til you fly off the fucking rocker and hurt yourself again.
time is your fucking enemy and he is a bastard to boot.
bite down reader. you get used to the taste after a while.