I'm Unusually Hard to Hold onto.

your voice is something beautiful, like a song that's whispered through the thoughts in my mind. yes, i miss you terribly, but this distance isn't killing me. it's saving you. it's strange because you see me for so much more than i am. i look into your eyes and just see you staring at this wretchedly perfect stranger. she looks lovely and caring and overwhelmingly honest but i don't think that's me. i've never been one to stick around for very long and maybe this inability to have you show up in front of me so often makes you something i want. you are something i want. something i want to love and cherish and never hurt (and that's the point where i usually run clear in the opposite direction)