I tried.

I tried. I really did.

I tried. I really did. But I got the best of me.

I held back.

I let you set the pace.

I let you set the pace. But I should have.

I let you set the pace. But I should have. But even now I am afraid that I will annoy you.

“Are you flirting with me?”

“Are you flirting with me?” No, not yet anyways.

I am so stupid,

I am so stupid, aren’t I?