I was scared of you.
Not because of your rather large size. Not because of your intimidating nature. Oh no, not because of that. I knew you were compassionate and loving. You may not look like it to other people, but you can't fool me. You can't blind me from your reality. I knew you've been hurt by other trainers. I knew you tried your best to please them.
I knew you even loved them.
You can't let your past haunt you, but you choose to anyway. I know when you look at me, you just think I'm just like the others, all the same, a copy. I can't blame you for thinking that way since you've had a rough past. You've been through so much hurt, so much betrayal. I just want to wipe your past clean. I try to uncover the real you. But you keep pushing me away, but I promise I won't ever give up on you.
I was scared of you because...I don't want to lose you.
I don't want you being hurt all of your life. I want you to be...the real you.
I pet your rock like body, looking up into your stone, cold eyes. Behind the coldness, there's a hint of warmth, waiting to be embraced, waiting to be loved once again. I pet you slowly, still gazing into your eyes. You stare at me for a moment before looking away. With your rocky tail, you swipe my hand away and move away from me. All the way to the corner you are buried in, deep.
Still with the shovel in my hand, I vow that I will unbury you and bring you forth to the warmth.