I run. That’s what I do. The moment things get a little too much for me, I run. I retreat from the people who care about me the most. I think I have an irrational fear of needing someone so much, of being dependent on someone else entirely aside from myself, of being picked apart for all my insecurities to be laid out in the open. All I know is that I run. I’ll disappear. So if I run, stay, and I’ll return to you. It might take me hours, days, sometimes weeks, and this is me and all my flaws, but I always, always come back.