Its not a matter of who has the upperhand
It's a matter of "put your hand in mine." That you can't seem to grasp. This doesn't feel like a relationship, it feels like a game of power-plays, of who says hi first that day. Isn't it supposed to be equal? We aren't supposed to keep track. "You want a boyfriend, not necessarily me." I would've chosen someone closer, if that were the case.
From the minute I kissed you, I wanted to be with you and since the day you said you loved me, I've been pushed further and further away; 316 miles isn't far enough, it seems. I don't know what to do. No one knows what to tell me. Maybe you aren't ready for everything I have to give to someone, or to acknowledge that the sun doesn't always shine in the sky above everyone's heads. I'm an optimist, you just choose not to see it.
You're like an ostrich, sticking your head in the sand until all your problems go away. Stop hiding from everything.