(Disclaimer: Not mine. Okay? Huh? Good.)

I think she expects me to run. She's expecting it. Expecting me to be so repulsed by some part of her that I'll leave. Run instead of facing it.

I work the same job she does; see the same things and have the same nightmares. I inadvertently stumbled across the secrets in her past – the fact that her mother was a rape victim and she was the product – years ago. I helped her look into her mother's case. I know most of the things she says made her past relationships fall apart.

I don't think she's scared of me leaving. I think she's scared that I'm not leaving.

A serious relationship that lasts beyond the second date is something she's scared of, because it rarely happened before. There's nothing about her that repulsed other men that I don't already know. There's nothing that's going to come out and scare me off. And she knows that. I won't run.