It’s the comfort of uncertainty. Of the not knowing where this is going. Some people live in the moment. And for too long, I found myself dwelling in the what-if and the what-might-have-been. And neither brought me peace of mind. Except, now I live in these fractured moments. The in-between. A gray area. The moment before the kiss. The muted conversation of smirks and all-knowing eye glaces.  So long as I keep you at arms length in order to prevent myself from ruin what we have. And maybe I’m selfish, but I’d rather have you in my life in such a simple way. Because the gift granted me at birth was self-sabotage.  And who said that happy endings were the only endings worth having?…