My heart is not a buffet. It’s not a room you can walk into when you feel like it. You can’t pick and choose when you want to deal with my suffering or feel the extent of my love. I already make myself as small as possible. I already try never to burden anyone. You seemed to want a shallow relationship, so that’s what I’m giving you. I’m still being loving. We aren’t going back, though. The door is scarred over.
