She was scared now. It wasn't because someone was outside of her window. Nor was it because she received threatening phone calls or letters. It wasn't even because of the odd neighbor who liked to bang on her door every so often to give her free coupons.
No, what frightened her was the fact that she might actually like the Guy.
She had fooled herself into thinking he liked her more, that she was in control, that she had all the power. So much hubris. So little to back it up.
Of course, she could never admit this to anyone, except maybe to a bunch of random readers of her blog.
And then all of this struck her as particularly odd. Realizing one's genuine feelings for someone should be a liberating and joyous moment, especially if one is already dating that person. Yet for some reason, it scared her. She felt insecure. Weak. Vulnerable.
There was more at stake now. This wasn't just a passing amusing fancy. These were her feelings she was dealing with now, her pride, and most of all, her heart.
"Damn," she thought to herself. Sometimes she hated being so ... human.
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