Though I'm not certain anyone will see this or even care, I'm having some mild internal conflict on the general angst produced when infatuation meets anxiety. The most troubling issue is that in spite of all reason pointing to nothing coming of this obsession, my brain stubbornly clings to the minuscule hope that it shall lead to something greater. Any suggestions on how to achieve inner peace on this issue? Or at least as to my next course of action?