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I am afraid of being loved. And I am afraid of loving. I fear you will be disappointed in me, and that you will leave me. So I always keep my distance. That was my way. But you barged into my life without permission. Those words you threw out like a joke, those actions of yours— I hated them. They were unfamiliar. But strangely, they lingered in my head. I pretended not to notice. I told myself I shouldn't accept it. Because you're still young, because you don't know me yet, and because that heart of yours will change one day. I ran away, rationalizing it like that. Yet strangely, the more I ran, the clearer you became. Why do you keep giving me love?