Look.
Please be consistent.
Don't be nice to me, give me a reason to smile.
Don't be nasty to me and put me down.
At least, not unless you wish to continue those actions, so I can get used to it. You'll leave me with so many unanswered questions.
I get used to you. Used to your smile. Your lovely greetings. I accept you into my life, and feel better about myself as a person.
But then....it stopped. And now I have to find a new constant, and I'm not liking what I find.