There was this one girl. The type of girl you take home to your mom. We dated for a year or so. I'm not really sure how any of it really happened, seeing as I always pushed women away, and never really got past one night with a woman, but there was something about her. Something you couldn't say no to. Over the year, I found myself being happy, opening up to her, but there was this one moment where it became real, how much I cared about her, and I couldn't take that because I knew she'd just leave, like everyone else did. And so I left.