I hate how it has to be this way.
I've lived my whole life working to separate myself from you,
from people like you who could get under my skin.
Now that I've met you I'm convinced I could never get hurt,
Only because I refuse to open up myself to something to cynical as "love".
Not to say that I love you, or that you love me...but I know that in the future
this could be a possibility.

I don't want to run from you.
I want want to tell you that I so often run, why would I want to worry you.
But sometimes silence is so much worse as an unspoken.
Sometimes my silence means a patter of footsteps down a cement sidewalk,
One that is never ending.

I feel like somethings wrong with me.
I know it isn't anything to do with you.
You're probably the best thing that's happened to me... in a long time.
But if so, why am I getting this unexplainable urge to take the 1000 meter dash away from here,
and away from you.