One word: Frustrated.

Three's a crowd.

I know it ain't your fault, but somehow, it just is. I'm not trying to be ureasonable. But I somehow feel that you're slowly avoiding me. Sure, this matter can be easily resolved when I decide against doing what I at first intended to do. But what now?
Your attitude. It's cute. It seems to change according to my mood. When you kinda sense I'm not happy, you'd try to give in to me. Is that right? You're in a spot.
Now the time has come.
For me to face up.

Should I forward bravely and hide my fears, or hide from you like a cowardy wimp?