Heartache Every Moment

I was almost, just almost Aleksandra Valo; but, I didn't want him to know. I didn't want him to see me distressed, and I didn't want to feel dishonest. So, instead of telling him the truth. I left a note on our dark mohagany dresser telling him that I was leaving. I was vague, and made sure to tell him not to come looking for me.
But, karma has a way of coming back and biting me in the ass. Because, guess what? We just so happened to run into each other in San Diego, California in the year 2010--around four years after I fled Finland--and I couldn't bring myself to speak to him. So, I did the only thing I was possibly good at: I ran away.