I guess I can consider myself as someone who is rarely afraid of things. Once I am afraid, however, I tend to work myself up to the point of absolute incoherence.

Why do I say this?

Well, let's put it this way: I think I'm afraid. Of the possibility that I may just like you. Again. And it wouldn't turn out okay. Again.

Somehow, you just keep finding a way of creeping back into my head, and. I. hate. it. (Of course I don't -- but then, I do -- but you must understand for I am a woman and I have the right to be as fickle as I want.

See? Point of absolute incoherence.)

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