I do not worry too much about straying. I do stick to the waterfalls I am accustomed to. My surface is well waxed and quickly sheds even the heaviest adorning downpours. Like any storm, I can see the shower of desire and lust pouring from the cumulonimbus cloud of love at first sight. The drops and often showers of courtship bead off my façade. Safe behind my walls, I can hide from love at first sight.
I watched you fall in love with me, then watched you fall out of love. I held out until you gave up. My first impression, my first sighting, is not someone to fall in love with. However, your best bet is to fall in love with my second impression found deeper inside without a map to follow.
If you love me, you love me, say so; if you love me at first sight, wait for it. If you love me at second sight, say so.
I am scared to talk about love. You, too, should fear talking to me about love. I do not want a love that does not meet me where I am. I love to meet you where you are, but I do not wish to park where we are. To ease my fear means taking on a woman who has the self-centered and selfish pursuit of her grandiose dreams. Maybe you should just go climb Mount Everest, you will have guides, sherpas and a better chance of survival.
