You treat my affection the way children do their closet doors on late nights when they can’t sleep because of that shadow they saw cast across their bedroom wall. Or the noise that creeks from the aged floorboards of their home because of the October wind. Or the insidious thoughts that force their way inside of the brain after staying up to watch that scary movie they just couldn’t seem to turn off.
You treat my affection as if it’s a monster in your closet. You shut me out because you’re a coward.