I could've texted you a while ago, but I'm too scared of getting my heart broken. I don't think I'd be able to live with that, or with being disappointed again.
I want you, but I know there's no future for the two of us. I'm a handful to deal with, and your hands are too slippery to gather my messy pieces. I'll slip, fall, and get hurt.
That's how it's always been.