I had spent so much time trying to analyze the intentions of the men in my life and I was tired of it. I came back to my original thoughts that I would only have these boys for a limited time, and it would be reduced to nothing more than a fond memory when I returned home. So what really was the harm in indulging myself, regardless of what their end game was? I knew that it was a dangerous game to play. If I allowed myself to feel something for them, what price would I pay when it was finally time to leave?
