Biopsy of a behaviour.

I often appear really detached and quite distant.  And I mean really detached.
Specially with persons I like.  Persons who tend to impress me.
I believe they, then, get confused.
It's like always choosing to write in a semi-detached way important things (to my eyes) that appear to not require an answer.
And still expecting for an answer to come.
Many errands, phone calls, emails, letters, which require a response you never ever get.
A very strange way of sharing my deepest interest indeed.

I think I started to persuade myself of a certain distance the day my Münchausen mother threw a pan of boiling water right into my face.  I was fourteen or close to that.
Burnt I was, and burnt I'll always be.
After the hit, I thought : "Ok.  So, people you actually love can really hurt yourself.  You have to keep a certain distance in order to stay safe.
You have to be mentally prepared for scars underneath the skin, underneath the love, underneath the boiling."

I'm expecting a response right now.
But I see none coming.
I will just assume you don't feel like talking at the moment.
When people are entering a silent phase, I will notice it every time.
That made clear, I will always chose to leave them alone.
As a respect to those wishes.

I'm not used to chase, in order not to bother others.
But I like to be chased.

Just not by boiling water pans.