I really liked him but he was getting too close. I wouldn't allow myself to get hurt, put up my wall immediately as soon as he started getting too close. I almost felt bad for the poor sucker. He had no idea what was happening but I was slowly pulling out of the relationship as I had done so many times before. I wasn't one of those girls who got attached after sex. Certainly wasn't looking for somebody to take care of me. I was fiercely independent and had no plans of waiting for a man to come rescue me. Every time a guy got too close, I would just pull away. This one was hard though, I really liked him but I just couldn't allow myself to get hurt.