Run | Where Do You Go From There?
By the way she looked and the way you looked at her you wouldn't be able to tell what she felt. She was the type of girl who walked around with a shield of glass in front of her eyes, hazed and blurred to keep from seeing what was there. You couldn't tell how bad she wanted everyone to see past that shield of glass, and how bad she wanted her emotions to be known.
You just sort of wished you were the person who noticed that glass was there.
You wished you could tell everyone how you knew how it was 'love at first sight', or 'caught your eye, caught your mind', but then you'd be lying. You being you, you walked past her without recognition and went on with your life, not caring that she'd be there to stand in your way every once and a while.
She was supposed to be the last thing on your mind; you had your own road with your own priorities, you were two completely different people with two completely different opinions and outlooks on everything, but she would notice the smallest things you did that seemed normal to you and turn them against you in every way possible. She had to have control in the things you did, as if she was screaming at you not only because you didn't see things her way, but because she wanted you to acknowledge her. She wanted to be known by you, she wanted you to see past her ways and take her as the person she was. She wanted to know that you could stand through anything, she was testing you.
So, despite your stubbornness, your curiosity got to you and you were pondering what could happen if you did decipher her; if you did figure her out and take her on her words. With what was the best intentions you decided to go with this opportunity and get to know her, you wouldn't stop making her life a living hell of course, but in the smallest ways you showed her that you could handle the challenge she gave you, you grew closer and closer to her but with just enough distance to keep you in a state of longing.
Slowly, but surely, you did know her; everything about her, and slowly but surely, you fell in love along the way. But it wasn't free, you had to pay emotionally and physically for loving her; there was the fear of knowing, the fear of others finding out, and even the fear of rejection. So you'd watch from afar to hide from it all, not act on it and keep to yourself with it. There was even a point in time where you had avoided her because it got so bad, it didn't last long but you could tell it bothered her that you didn't even glance her way, so you dropped the avoiding her act and went back to pretending that she wasn't the center of your world, but you still acknowledged her because you didn't have a choice.
It was back to normal. Until of course she started to stir things up, and return the feelings that you hadn't plainly put out there, but made obvious in a way unknown.
The only fear left was the fear of the end. If it ended with her, if you screwed it up, you wouldn't live with yourself. You thoroughly convinced yourself that you two couldn't work because of the way things would end.
So you tried to avoid the situation.
The only option left being to run.