Sophisticated Ignorance.

You didn’t get away, I let you go. Instead of fighting for you, instead of telling you how I really felt, I lied. I put up a front because I was afraid. I was afraid of appearing weak. I was afraid of actually needing you. Needing someone? That’s a scary feeling. The feeling that you can’t do it alone, that you need someone there to help and support you. To pick you up when you fall. Because, what happens when the person who’s been helping you get through, is no longer there? Who helps you then? You become dependent on their support, and when they’re gone, you feel lost. I didn’t want that. I didn’t want you, or anyone else to think that I needed someone. I held on to my pride, like I should have held on to you.