I’m scared by your wild mind. Your unapologetic honesty and the way you see life so differently than anyone else. I’m scared that as I study you over and over you’re the part of the book I can’t ever figure out. And I’m scared that it’s what I’m drawn to the most. I’m not ready to hurt again and I hate that like the path you’re told to avoid, walking into it is inevitable. I hate that my heart has a mind of it’s own and is so ready to let someone in while my head is still trying to forget the last time I opened that door. I hate that I’m falling while knowing no one will catch me. I wish you would catch me but the past has never complied with my wishes and I don’t think it’s about to. So if I run away know that I wanted to find myself before I lost myself in someone else again. Know that I treasured you too much to put a dent into something that looked better as a dream.