You used me like you use a piece of clothing. Buy it because you like it at the time. Discard it when it’s old or doesn’t fit you anymore or you no longer like the color.
But people are not like clothing.
They can grow and stretch with you; shrink and change color and adjust to winter, spring, summer, and fall. People can be with you forever and can last a lifetime if you let them.
You have to be willing to bear the risk of letting someone in and you? You are not capable of that. You have too much fear in you. You’re so afraid. I can smell it off of you like horse manure or shit on a shingle.
You can’t and won’t bear the risk. So discard me now. Discard me; at least I’ll have the opportunity to get away unsullied.