there was once....

there was once a boy who followed me home from school. at the time, it freaked the hell out of me, because of a traumatic experience i'd had a couple of years earlier. it wasn't his fault, just really bad timing. looking back, i realise that, had the situation not been what it was, it would have worked. i would have let him in, we would probably have become a couple. what he did was exactly the sort of thing i would have dreamed of. at the end of the day, it was incredibly brave of him. i did tell him to go home several times, on the way between my bus stop and my house, but he didn't waver. he was determined.

this last week's been a bit of an emotional roller-coaster, and it's reminded me of this unforgettable day. right now it seems that, no matter how determined i am, i still can't make heads or tails of my love life. so i'm wondering, what am i doing wrong? how far does one go, to find out what exactly is happening? when are you going too far, and when have you not tried hard enough? when do you, or should you, give up?