This morning, you told me that you've been trying to love me for the past two years. You make it sound like you've been trying so hard to make this work...but have you?
You can't even call me your gf...you're afraid to be seen in public with me.
You never wanted to fall for me...and you still don't.
You said you want something natural; but this I've told so many times. Natural isn't what we have. If you want to meet someone randomly, date & fall in love --then leave...go. But why won't you go? Why do you clinge on to me, then blame me for all the things that we aren't?