Run. Please run away from me.
I am a damaged Juliet, a hopeless romantic afraid of love. The idea of falling is such a frightening concept—something that pushes me behind the safety of isolation and utter loneliness. I am afraid of the idea of putting my heart in the hands of someone and trusting him not to break it.
I have watched too many movies to know that love is such a wonderful thing, but I have also read too many tragedies to know that love destroys, too. So forgive me; even if I long for intimacy, for a lover's touch, I will keep depriving myself from proximity.
How can you let someone get too close when you know he will have the power to make or break you? Are you willing to gamble your heart? Do you want to always be at the edge of the knife, just biding your time until you bleed?
So run. Just run.
Look for another Juliet. For I will remain a scarlet letter left unread.
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