Again, I find myself checking my phone, feeling that familiar tension build. Deep down, I know it’s probably hurting me more than helping, but I’m drawn to it anyway. It’s strange, isn’t it? How we hold back, carefully avoiding the “fall,” masking feelings with all these social rules. Why is it so hard to just let go, to get hurt, to learn, to risk something real?

I took a risk and confessed my feelings, and honestly, I don’t regret it. I didn’t want to look...