What can I say? You're right. I run away. I don't know why I do this. Actually, I do. I have a hard time dealing with shit. I choose to leave and hope that it clears itself up. I can't keep running away like this. I test you. I'm not going to lie. I want to be chased after. I want to know that you'll work as hard at this relationship as I will. I have been hurt too many times...and I can't keep comparing you to them. I refuse to. You are in a class by yourself. I remember when we first started dating, I hoped that you were the one. Six months later...I know you are the one. I have entirely too much time on my hands. I'M SORRY.