“Listen to me. You put me on a pedestal. I told you not to, and you did it anyway. And because of that, I ended up not living up to your expectations. I disappointed you.” My voice breaks and I have to swallow around the lump in my throat. “I love you for who you are. Can’t you do the same for me? I’m not perfect, but I will always fucking love you. It’s enough––it has to be.”
