Sometimes I wonder if you're afraid of me. Afraid of getting to actually know me and open up like you did that first night. Afraid that you might actually like what you see, afraid to leave yourself vulnerable.

And I'm afraid I'm making that up in my head to feel better about it all. I want to give up so badly, but for some reason I can't and it kills me. Please just give me a hint if you want in or out of my head.