My instinct was to make you my own. When i had you entire to myself my instinct was to run away as far as i could, but never stop loving you. I was afraid of commitment, of boring you, of letting us down. Once i got a safe distance, roughly 1772 kilometers--1100 miles, i fell apart and i fell back in love with you. I sat in silence because i broke your heart. I punished myself because i let it fall apart. I waited for you to call, to write, to miss me. I'm still waiting.