I wish I wasn't the guy who tried, who constantly reaches out. It's active, it's affectionate, it shows a desire to be there.

Yet I'm wishing I wasn't. I'm wishing I was the guy you came to, the one who could just do my own thing for months at a time, yet you come after me, and treat me better then the one who's been there for you every day.

He doesn't have to invest his heart and have it get broken.