Both of us know what we both are thinking. There is no need to fake it anymore. But we will continue to do the delicate dance of the wounded. Both guarded and aloof but yearning for each other more every day. Awkwardness is an understatement. When we cross the line we try not to cross our eyes. We make sure every i is dotted and t is crossed so that we know where one another stands, not getting got in the cross wires. We try to keep it together but sometimes it's not enough. Every now and then we let it happen. And then it all starts over again. The delicate dance of the wounded.