I ran away for a long time. I was hurt and I was scared. I couldn't stand to feel the same way that I had, and so I ran away. I ran away and I hid.
I built walls around my hiding place. I camouflaged its entrance. I erected watchtowers and traps that would ensnare anyone who tried to enter. And when I was sure that I was safe, I breathed a sigh of relief, locked the door, and turned to my fortress.
And it was only then, when I was faced with my own loneliness and my own solitude... it was only then that I began to understand. It wasn't you that I was running from. It wasn't you at all.
It was me.
You can't run from yourself. You're always there. And in that lonely hall of mirrors, you have no choice but to face your demons and fight your battles. And you do. You do it because you must.
But, do you know what I learned there in that fortress of my own making?
Battles are easier to fight when you're not alone.