One, it's about money. So, I'm going to express my thoughts in a Wall Street language. The other one, I'll expose here one of my mostly sad weaknesses: I lie a lot. And by confessing it in a language other than my native portuguese, it seems like I'm may not feel so ashamed by that fact.
When it comes near me, friendly wishing to stay a good time in my pocket or bank account, I do not pay too much attention towards it. So it starts to feel neglected. Even jealous of other goods, that I trade it to. A sense of betrayal grows on its poor heart. And then it sadly walks away from me. More quickly than when it came desiring my warm hug on it.