She Was Sea

I’ve had this problem with almost every man I’ve dated, and I don’t really understand why. 

I don’t really see myself as someone so very accessible. Sure, those close to me have access, but for someone I don’t know? That would take time and effort, as it should, right?

And then it reaches a point where they have constant access to me, and I’m available.

And now they’ll hate the fact that I am, they’ll hate that I’m so accessible in a sense.

Which can only really mean one thing, they loved the idea of me, from afar. But up close, I elude my mystery and become a little too real, flawed and human even.