Perfection blurs peoples perception of a good life. You, you think you are good at everything, always right and as close to perfect as you can accept. Me the definition of not good enough, crazy, poor, selfish whatever else you want to call me. Words like daggers dont hurt me like that anymore. You arent perfect you are a coward. If i am not perfect enough for you then why cant you have the guts to let me go and be with someone that satisfys you more than i can? because you love me? or because you are scared that no one else will be as tolerant and as excepting of you and your behaviour as am i.
I love you and as much as it hurts to be with you it will hurt to much to let go. So we are stuck. Stuck in this tourtuious cycle of love and hate that tireing us out.