Sometimes - all the time - I wonder what my life would be like by your side.
But then reality dawns and destroys my fantasy of us having the possibility of ever being together.
Because you don't like me in the slightest.
If you did, you would've had your strong tender arm draped around my frail fragile body; Keeping me safe, warm and loved.
But reality is cruel. Because you like her, and that is why your arm is draped around her body lovingly.
I've never been this fragile before, never been this weak.
But right now I feel destroyed.
And, darling, you should know that I now share your deep hatred for cliché rom-coms.
Because outside it's raining ... it's raining hard.