Do not let me run.
Because I will. I will run away from you faster than you can inhale the breath that leads to the word "stop". I will never stay around to hear you barricade me; I will never be there for the moment where you hold out your arms to me, because my back was turned to you long before your brain processed the neurological synapses that told you to cry out for me. I will be gone before you could ever realize that I loved you. And while I run away as fast as my weak legs can carry me, I will begin to falter and realize that I love you; the tears staining my face and making my eyes red and burn were flowing for a reason.
