Crush has finally put me out of my misery. About freaking time, lady! Jeez. But I'm actually kind of glad it took so long, because I managed to get one more song out of it. Happy songs are a challenge. But sad ones fall right out of me.

I actually think she was pretty wise. Now that I've started to back away, I can see that it was not an ideal fit. And so much easier to forget it all and be pals after a crush rejection than it is after a breakup. I'm quite sure that with enough distance, I will be amused at myself. I do feel a bit stupid now, though.

I have terrible results when I try to be the instigator. I seem to make really inappropriate target choices. The best I've ever done is to get someone to be a sport and give it a try, and then realize months later that I was more into it the whole time. That's a horrible feeling. In future I will approach things differently. I'm galvanized to make this alchemical change. I will appear on no arm that is not bursting with pride to sport me.

I'm so much better when I'm the one who's chased. But you don't get to pick the chaser.