I don't want you if you're easy.
I've been reading your body language. Flipping through the pages you narrated to illustrate in conversation, which reflects shallow thoughts.
I'm trying to connect with you intellectually.
Unfortunately, the connection between us just isn't deep enough to submerge into. I refuse to jump headfirst before checking the water.
So I'll take a seat because your depth is just knee-deep. Shallow depths are only six feet.
Rest in peace abbreviated on your obituary followed by insecurities are killing relationships.