I've been asking you to change. A lot. Too much. I'm wanting you to fit into my perfect mold of a boyfriend. Instead of accepting you, I'm making you change. I can't accept the way you are; if its not how I want, its bad. And its your fault. Never mine. I can't keep doing that to you. I can't anymore. I can't change you, I can't mold you into what I think is perfect. You are perfect in your own way. My selfishness disgusts me. I love you always.