I am an experienced pack rat.
I carry every day of my life with me everywhere, and I'm learning to let go. Just be patient with me.
It won't be easy. It'll be damn near impossible and it'll hurt like the dickens, and you'll probably feel like you're putting in all the work while I "play hard to get." Just know it's not for naught.
I won't come out and say it, but I'll be wary of you. I'll second guess your motive for being with me and I'll never quite believe your compliments, no matter what they are.
I'll shut down when I'm sad and you'll spend hours chipping away at my iron shell. Don't. Just let me come back to you. I promise I'll come back to you.
I'll dare you to leave. I'll use myself as ammunition and fire at will. I'll push you away and I'll use everything I've got to make sure I end up alone. Don't let me. Give me (and yourself) time to breathe, and then find me. I promise I'll be looking for you too.