You know what's wrong with you Miss Whoever-you-are ? You're chicken. You've got no guts. You're afraid to stick out your chin and say "Okay, life's a fact, people DO fall in love, people DO belong to each other, because that's the only chance anybody's got to find real happiness."
You call yourself a free spirit, a "wild thing" and you're terrified somebody's gonna stick you in a cage. Well baby, you're already in that cage. You built it yourself. And it's not bounded in the west by Tulip, Texas, or in the east by Somaliland. It's wherever you go, cause no matter where you run, you just end up running into yourself.
