Come close; not too close. Yeah, right there, that’s close enough.
I know you’re trying to have me all to yourself, but I’m not ready. I’m not ready at all. You don’t know what it’s like for me to hand you the keys to my kingdom. You don’t know what it’s like for me to give you the ingredients that you can use to poison my soul. You don’t know what it’s like to tame me.
Once upon a time, you were blown away by my ability to fly, so why do you keep trying to clip my wings? I like my freedom a lot more than I like you; I’m sorry if that hurts you. But if being with me is important to you, you’ll stick around long enough for me to like you more. I have so much more of this life to see, so stop trying to tie me down.
I say these things as an attempt to outrun you, but you always seem to catch up. I dig holes in your path hoping you’ll fall in them and leave me, but you still manage to stick around. I don’t understand what it is you see in me. You tell me it’s my heart. You tell me it’s my ability to see the world with kind eyes. You tell me it’s my intellect. But others before you have said those things to me, too. And they always seem to leave. What makes you any different?
So I keep you at arm’s length in order to protect myself. Because if you have me, you’ll find my Achilles heel and know exactly which weapons to use to destroy me — as others have before you. But even at arm’s length, you still manage to destroy me. You raise a white flag then proceed to insert a Trojan horse inside my heart and I become a goner.
So, you’ve come close. Not too close. But close enough.