Sleeping Wtih The Enemy

Tom: Why did you choose me? I hope I can be your next fuck up. Please take some more. I don't need you, I wonder if you need yourself. Please take all you want.
Sean: I take back what I said although I'm not sure I said anything. I am retreating back from this limb I have been living on for you. Somehow this got out of hand, and I'm not exactly sure where. But I will tell you this, there is a difference between "counting on" and "taking for granted." It's sad, but I'm afraid to extend my arms anymore (because it seems they are always getting broken).