You. Why do you do this to me? You said you loved me at the beginning, and I did too. I still do. But it seems that you have no more time for me. So, like a good little boy, I faded into the back. You never look at me anymore, let alone talk to me. You’re beautiful. You’re perfect. Maybe I was stupid to think that a giant, hideous thing like me could ever be with you.
I’m sorry for me, love, but I will never change to fit your needs.