Exactly! We run or we lose ourselves in something, somebody, anything to try and ease our pain.
He loved her for being so beautiful, and he hated her for it. He loved how she put shiny stuff on her lips for him, and he also reviled her for it. He wanted her to walk home alone, and he wanted to run after her and grab her up before she could take another step.
Love who you love while you have them. That's all you can do. Let them go when you must. If you know how to love, you'll never run out.
