I am not a 24/7 feelings basket where you can share and humiliate; swear and flatter; remember and forget whenever you would like to do so. Forget that motel room, that night.
My services are not for you to play with, to reject and ask for whenever you need them to be or not to be. Forget the person who was always there for you, always available, always ready to commit.
That motel room is now occupied by other strangers. That night has come to an end. That person is all gone and she’s got no intentions of ever coming back just to serve your selfish soul.