They say it was love at first sight. I would have to disagree with that. 

When I realised I was in love with her, two years had passed. 

But she never looked at me the way I looked at her. 

And she hurt me in ways I could never imagine. Never saw the pain she inflicted on me. 

And so, I left. I intentionally hurt her -- or what I felt was intentional enough -- and left. 

Changed my number. Moved to another country across the globe. To put as much distance as I could between her and me. 

It took her seven years to realise I was gone.

But now she's back, knocking on my front door. 

And I don't know what to do anymore.