alone in a room with your stomach in knots

A few months ago, I was emailing a friend who was unsure how to deal with a relationship, unsure how she felt about the person she'd been seeing, unsure about what to do. I wrote this to her:
"i sort of think that if you need to be around someone to decide how you feel about them, then it's not that strong a feeling. if you're sitting alone in a room and you think of them and you think of their bad qualities with the good and you still feel fuzzy... well, then that's something. but most anyone can be worth loving if they're standing in front of you being convincing and charming."

I stand by my hypothesis. Today, now more than ever, when the clock can't move fast enough toward five p.m.

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