Runaway Bride
I think I was the “runaway bride” syndrome. It’s like every time some friend would like me more than I like them I scramble and run off. The more I think about what happened between me and honeybunch before, the more I realized I how scared I am of really falling in love. Of giving it all and then losing it all. I guess it’s suffice to say my heart healed from the succession of aches it got that I have really not been able to open up as I thought I had.
Maybe the stupid Facebook quiz was right, that whenever I like someone my intentions and actions are so random that they are unclear. I know at some point or another Mine and I clicked. (Harhar for assumptions but WTH) And yet I held back.
And since I somehow know I cannot just give my all again, I’d always seem to choose the side wherein it’s me who gets hurt. Ugh. Sigh.
So what now?



