I assume and think of the possibilities, of everything that might go wrong. The possibility of me getting embarrassed, or laughed at. The possibility of being rejected;

The gentle "no"
to the humiliating "ew".
The regret that sinks in—
both at doing it or not.

The slim chance of having the same vibe, same feelings, same intentions. The high reward of getting accepted by someone you adore.
The blissful days of someone that you might be together for a long time.

Chances are chances, everything ensared
By fate we blindly see, risk takers who
Grab everything that looks worth it.

© Phobos and Deimos