I'm a little afraid of you.

And I think it's because of the way you think of me. You put me on this pedestal, and you tell me exactly everything you want or are thinking. You think I'm someone better than I really am, and that builds up more pressure than I'd like to handle.

Why was it pressure? I've known you for a few months now, but I'm only just beginning to see that perhaps the reason I shied away from you was because of how much you idolized me. You think I'm someone that I'm not, and I think I'm afraid because if I were to ever fall for you, one day you might wake up and your bubble of me will burst, and you'll realize that I'm not the perfect person you created in your mind. You'll see that I'm nothing more than an ordinary human being, and you'll be disappointed in all the time you've wasted on nobody special, or worse, someone unlovable, and that would ruin me, because the loss of your love would break my heart.