I don’t need you to come barging in my life with your easy smile and witty remarks. You’re charming and sweet one minute, you’re cold and distant the next. You’re impossibly mercurial, and you’re making me that way as well. It’s almost too easy to fall in love with the sweet-as-cherry-pie you, and it’s almost no effort at all to abhor you when you’re being a huge prick in the ass. Maybe I’m just scared because I don’t understand you. And I don’t see a time in the near future when I would be able to say that I do. I want you to be my friend. Quit acting like you care for me more than that, because with you, I find myself vulnerable, feelings are malleable, thoughts are too scattered, and I don’t have have the time nor strong inclination to go pick them up after you made them into such a mess. Stay in a safe distance from me, please. Please. I don’t trust myself to be okay around you if you’re being like that. Please.