From the philosophical teachings I've had over the years, knowledge tells me to wait it out. But tne sensation to so deeply be cared about is clawing my insides. And just thinking about it makes it grow, reminding me of all the mistakes I've made trying to satisfy it. My second biggest yet, with my friend Maria. I know we both fueled the fire, but I pushed it. I knew she said she didn't feel comfortable and I went over. Now she seems to hate me and I don't know what to say to her. What can I do?