Which is harder? A non-committal relationship or a committed one?

A committed relationship is messy. There’s expectations. There’s obligations. It’s messy and yet fuss-free. You know your boundaries. You know what to expect. You know what you can talk about and what you can’t. It’s stable and stale at the same time. The spontaneity is gone, together with the surprises.

A non-committed relationship can be torturing. There’s fantasy. There’s yearning. You don’t know where the line is and whether you have crossed it. You don’t know where he is and what he is doing and you don’t dare to ask. You tear your mind apart guessing what he is say and what he is not.

I have no answer. Both seem too much work. Better to just be friends and have sex.