Let me tell you why i cound't love him, when all he thought of me was idealized like some fairy in a fairytale ready to aid him on his quest on his story. How he loved my dyed hair or how i never seemed to settle on a color but not because i was fickle and adventurous but because color fades naturally. Let me tell you how he treated me like some discovery, a treasure for greedy pirates and suddenly i wans't even a person, i was his involuntary manic pixie dream girl; a level in a game, a mage to give him answers when i didn't even understood the questions. How i was somehow supposed to teach him life and love when its just me being me, a girl attempting to live her life and every flaw suddenly glitter covered and gold encrusted; my anxiety reduced to a quirk and my depression just so edgy. Let me tell you that I couldn't love a boy, -selfcentered and presumptious- when all he saw in me was a character and not a partner.