Run

Run away and hide my darling, you've wanted to all week. One week can feel like a year, easily. You can take something as simple as a look, as a word as a glance, project it, go insane, and cry. But if you realize that this is all your past, you wake up the next day and smile. 'Cause you got that "I-don't-have-to-freak-out-like-that-anymore" feel, and although the old feeling was something to grow used to, people don't usually wish it back.

Still, every day is scary, and new and unknown, every day is about crossing bridges, and discovering the one's we've gone over. Every day is something I didn't understand before, and something that I just figured out, experimented, or triumphed. This is why I want to run away, and it's not 'cause I don't love you. It's so overwhelming and so unknown, and some days I think, maybe I should just get out of this before it goes bad. But day by day it's not gone bad yet, and these days don't last forever. Don't run away darling, it's all good.