I think that it's unfair to burden me with your expectations. I'm not nor would I ever be the perfect girl. My flaws--they number by the thousands and multiply by the second, which in time would exponentially saw off the edges of our souls.
The package, you see, is deceiving. The littlest eyes that hide behind the glasses, they process people, pets, plants, streets, and groceries by a five-minute filtering system, devoid of political correctness or any belief system.
And the challenge for you, is not to reconcile what you uphold to be real with what is. The challenge is to stay, just stay until you have mapped out the paradoxes, the inner cathedral of my being.
The challenge is to stop leaving. Stop leaving and stay with me...