Turning into Water

Saying you want to be around me, only scares me. I run in the opposite direction from what I think one will do to me. Hurt me. Take me. Use me. Destroy me. So I run away. I lose an opportunity and hope I was right to leave it behind me. Hope it won't be regretted. Fear holds us back. Fear stops me. From trying or hoping this could be real. As soon as you hold my hand. I become numb. Everything inside frozen. Immune to melting what your fire will try to burn...