You get in the way.

I find myself wondering why I still even bother. I know that eventually I'll just end up getting hurt. Nothing personal, it's just the way you are. It's just the way it started. It's just the some thousand miles apart between the two of us, the physical and emotional distance that nothing can ever cure.

It should be simple.

But then you ask me to Skype you at three in the morning. But then you come in after playing soccer in the rain and your hair is wet and sticks to your forehead. But then you Facebook IM me and you're a little drunk and you say, "I miss you." But then you're someone I never thought you could be.

And there goes my heart. I really can't help myself around you.

I can't.