On my good days I love you.
But often I don't love you, I love my idealized version of you, which you are about 10% of the time.
I spend the rest of my time resenting you for not being who I wish you were, and gently or not so gently trying to change you into that person.
On my good days I love you.
But often I don't love you, I love the idea of you loving me.
And sometimes, in your beautiful, divinely perfect imperfection, you do damage to that illusion and I react.
The key is not "building my life around you", so when you fail my idealized version of you it doesn't bring my life crashing down.
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