O the things we do to fall in and out of love.

I see you again, this time through new lenses. You seem more frightened than you previously did. Am I just able to see you more clearly, or are you frightened by how clearly I see you? You seem like your guard is up, like you have something to defend. I wonder what you think I'm going to do. You can find me insufferable, but I hope that you do not believe me capable of being cruel. I am many things, awkward being one of them, but I am rarely unkind. Or I try for that to be true.
We talk about many things: Books, music, movies, religion. Religion seems especially touchy. You cannot believe that science is a religion, too, where nothing is certain and facts are too often proven false. And I say you cannot believe that, instead of you would not, because I think you needed it. You need science to be reliable.  You need science to be without faith, to feel it is solid and provable and real.
I know it's scary. The world, I mean. I know that iti s scary and that you want something to be certain, like science. But it just isn't. The term "an exact science" is another oxymoron. You can know all the facts and figures, and somethings will always happen that cannot be explained.
So much fear in you. That's why we're not dating more seriously, and I'd rather it be from our incompatibility. I'd rather it be that you don't find me funny, or that I don't dress right. I'd rather it be any of that than know it was from what the world has done to you, and how unwilling you are to trust any of its passengers.