I hate that moment when you finally get to call your crush yours, and you know that the chase is over. There’s no more anticipation, no more longing, no more teasing with the mystery of capturing the other or not. You’ve already been captured—and you’ve captured them. The game is over. The same playfulness that occurred before can’t be reused because the relationship is already at a completely new level and new communication must develop. I hate the moment when flirting with other people becomes more exhilarating than talking to the person you’ve been chasing for so long. It almost makes you doubt your feelings for that person. But why? Why are humans so drawn to the unknown that we are quick to leave behind something we’ve wanted for a long period of time. It simply doesn’t make sense because either way we come out disappointed. Disappointed in what we have, what we don’t have yet, and what we already had but foolishly let go of.