Insecurities.
I'll be apologizing to you a lot more, don't worry. You'll get tired of it and you'll find someone else, a girl more comfortable and more talkative and less afraid of life. You will. You'll get tired of my antics, my retreating back into my shell, my constant agreeing to avoid confrontation. You'll get upset, and frustrated, and when I shake your hand off of mine, or roll over to get away from you in bed, you'll probably get hurt. It's not you, though. I swear it's not you. Don't take anything I say or do personally. It's not you.
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sorry.
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