Boys of this kind aren't for me.
And it's right.
Their girl can't afford to wear old hole-ridden baggy trousers, glasses, wooden socks.
Pajamas with frogs.
She must look like a picture from a fashion magazine.
Always ideal. Always ready to decorate her boy like a diamond cuff link. Cold and beautiful as you are.
You are proud of her, you like to catch enraptured looks.
May be you even love her in your own way. Doesn't matter.
You are two halfs of one ideal pair.
I don't want you more not because i realized that i didn't suit you, but because i realized that you didn't suit me.
Perfection isn't ehough for me. Because two many limits. Limit are all around!
I need a freedom. With all it's shortcomings.
Adieu! :*