You’ve broken it. I’m crying on my bed and feeling all sorts of pathetic. Feeling all sorts of sad. Feeling. I don’t know what to call it. However, I’m more than certain that you’ve broken it. I know now, that no matter what I do, I will never really be enough for you. You say you don’t want perfection and that you don’t feel my efforts. But I try. I try so hard. Maybe I’m not good at this, but damn it I try. I don’t know what you want. I don’t know what you need. I do know, that there is a strong chance, that I can’t give it to you. I just don’t have it. Not now.