Not Knowing.

Here's the thing.

Sometimes girls think I'm brave

when they hear

that I tell boys

that I like them.

But they're wrong.

I'm not brave.

I just

can't live

with not knowing.

I'm not brave--

I'm actually terrified.

Terrified

of

what

it

means

to

live

forever

and

never

know.

(This is a metaphor.)