Anymore, it’s as if I have a brick wall that fortify me.
Around this wall is a Moat. Past the moat is dry land.
There is a bridged gate door that comes down from my wall that I let down every now and then to allow someone to come in.
If I lose my trust in you, I toss you over my wall into the water.
Because when I lose my trust in you…..
“You’ve gotta go”.