In That Zone

I ask my love out on a date, but I couldn't wait to be honest with her - I want to be friends. I'm in that zone where My pilot navigation skills aren't helping me land this conversation with ease. I had to hold her hand sometimes for support as we hit a certain threshold. My heart stopped, and I turned to look at her. She thought I had finally come to my senses and was about to kiss her, but in reality, I was only seeking some fresh air. I smell a strong scent of heartbreak. It's a pretty unloving dirty jungle out here.