It's so disheartening when you have someone who you want to spend your life with and want to share everything in your life with them only to find that they are utterly opposed to partaking in part of it. It's just so amazingly shattering to want to give them your entire world and instead find that they want to pick and choose. It's so warped that they want to share their life with you but don't want to have a share in yours with the same respect. 

I leap at the chance to be a part of your life, a deeper part. I become thrilled at the chance to familiarize myself with the stimuli of what makes you who you are , what shapes you day to day, to see the tangible manifestations of the days you speak to me about. No thrill escapes your lips when I present you with the same opportunity; rather, it's dread and a sense that you have no desire to do so. 

I thought you wanted to be included in my life, this is part of my life. Denied.