Please don’t explore the outside world.
You’ll fall in love with someone better than me. Someone who makes you feel more alive. Someone who makes you feel that there’s more to love than me.
And I don’t want that. I don’t want to lose you. I don’t want you to see the other fishes in the sea because you’re my fish. You’re my catch. And I am afraid that someone else may catch you. Someone who would never let you go. Someone like me only better.
What’s the point of exploring when we’re already home?