What if it’s a feed forward mechanism — me, breaking up my heart?
Me, rejecting you before any of this goes further, before any of this gets more serious.
Me, depriving you of chances to hurt me. Because I have no doubt it will hurt sooner or later.
Isn’t that how it always goes? It hurts most when we’re at our highest? And we pretend that we’re okay because we have a history together. A good history. A history sprinkled with happy moments and bliss. But sooner or later that’s not going to be enough to cover for the hurt we are making each other feel.
So yes, I’m saving you from a world of hurt. Mind you, that’s a side effect. The main thing is that I’m saving myself. Maybe for someone worthy of the risk. Maybe.