You know that I love you. You know that I adore that longing look in your eyes every single time you look at me. You know I adore your romanticism. You know that every time you touch me, it soothes me. That every time you hold me in your gentle arms, I am at comfort. I am at peace. I am at home.
     But.
     My past has a way of gnawing at me.
     Because every time he looks at me, my heart starts skipping. Every time he touches me, a mere second's worth of flesh, I am shot with electricty. And although he is not empathetic or even all that romantic, you've always known I've been an addict for adrenaline. You've always known I crave the danger. You know I'm in love with the rush.
     So forgive me Darling, if I stray away from home.