Sometimes when I think about you, all I sense is an ocean wave behind a door...a loud crashing earthquake, a rushing, violent wind that is uncontrollable, unstoppable.
I think about this and I get scared. I think about you wanting to meet with me and I freak out. So I keep the door closed.
I am afraid of you and your love. It is dangerous and untamed, and it seeps into every area of my life. My lack of control scares me, so I refrain from meeting with you. I avoid talking to you because it reminds me of my helplessness.
Sorry. I'm even helpless in this situation.
