Put my energy out there, even without incentive of return. Came back to me with a chance, the potential of receiving that return. Pleading with the Universe. Regrets and more negative energy spent, that I didn't say enough, didn't show enough interest. My persistent following up proved my interest. Unnerving feeling between just knowing and the inconvenient, unnecessary doubts that won't change a thing, that crowd out the relative peace. Please, I feel sick with anxiety induced nausea and a chipping away of the spirit. Tears to release an energy between worry and joy.