The real reasons 

​Because it feels like you’re not saying these words to me. 

Because I’m wondering what you will want to change about me. 

Because I can’t bear the thought of having to tell you all my history. 

Because I know you will not love me for who I really am, and I refuse to be loved for being anyone else. 

Because endings are bitter, and inevitable, even though beginnings are sweet. 

Because I have no will, desire or energy to change for you. 

Because I scare you, and because that fear will one day turn into loathing, and I won’t wait for that to happen.