It's all ME isn't it? Nice way out, buddy. That's why I called you a jerk and a coward. A jerk because you should've spoken to me as soon as you were having doubts seeing that you knew I am looking for a relationship not any casual affair; that would've been the gentlemanly thing to do, and the opposite of gentleman is jerk. A coward, because you found every reason in the book not to feel some love and affection toward me. I mean, ANY love or affection until I pass all these tests you've determined will bring you the ideal woman to help you be a father, and you know what, you under-estimated me because you are a half-empty glass kinda guy. I woulda been best friends with your girl not only because I'm a professional woman but because I'm real. It's the reason most kids like me. I'm not hiding anything. Unlike you, who puts his best face forward only to reveal less and less... and an artist who is afraid to show himself is the worst coward of all.
If you had gradually revealed yourself to me you would've had the world! and instead you're back to being almost 50 and alone just like all the subjects in your photos set against a life-worn texture in sepia tones. In my art creations, your influence takes on shades of white, blue, with splatters of red, and many terrible words that you uttered to me when I was most vulnerable.
Here's a clue: Stop sabotaging relationships with women who genuinely like you. Have a nice life f***head! Now you learned something too. Maybe.
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