...You are perplexing, you leave me scratching my head. You make me angry, but you excite me. You incite me to wrath. You, in your paradigmatic form, continue to elude me. You may as well be an intangible entity. It's Tantalus Torture. So close, yet so far away. You're emotionally unavailable, then you're available. You take me, and then you change your mind. Sometimes you function to exploit, self-absorbed and ego-manical in your conquest. Perhaps I am Don Quixote, because I want you to act right. Is that so wrong? You suck. I pine for you when you don't, though. You suck, but all hope is not lost. I'm Don Quixote and you're Dulcinea. Perhaps a figment of my imagination. All hope is not lost, though.