i can't move on, i always come back to you

You've slept with a lot of men, but you've only ever loved one.

Your love is just as fucked up as you are, as it turns out. It's weird, and twisted, and - he deserves better, you know he does. You tried to pretend nothing was happening for so long. His confession ruined everything. You had to run.

If you decide to run, it's imparative you run away. What do you gain by following him around, just outside arm's reach? You haven't known what you're doing for a long time now.

Sometimes you dream about finally being with him. Finally being happy. But it's just a pipedream, Jones. You need to let it die.