Of course, when you put it that way...

I didn't come here looking for anything. In fact, I came here to get a little lost.

...doesn't mean I wanted you to find me. And I didn't move two thousand miles away from anything familiar to "find myself." I'd abhor anything that cliche on principal.

I think I told you already, I don't know what I'm doing here. I miss home, and things are strange, and a little desperate, and sometimes I hate it here.

...but I smile when your name shows up on my phone. I spend a little too much time wanting to hear your voice. Last night I had a dream we went dancing in the rain.

I've batted my eyelashes at you, and on several occasions, giggled.

Like I said, I'm not looking for anything. I can't. I shouldn't. I'm not ready.

...but if I've found something, I won't ignore it.

I'm not going to lie to you. I will probably hurt you. I've been kind of a mess. I don't have a lot going for me. I came here alone, and I plan on leaving here- alone.

...unless something drastically changes.

I will probably ignore you when you don't want me to. I guarantee you I will yell at you for no reason. I'll cancel plans and make them again, and when I get scared, I will get angry. I will push and plead and beg and cry, and I will run.

...until I have nowhere left to go, and you're still standing there.

And I thought I was the crazy one. You're signing up for this, kid. I hope you know what you're doing.