I cannot carry you, you said.

But I did. I carried you all the way up 8 floors of stairs the first night we met.
And you have no memory of that.

You said that I was conservative. But it was you who said we can't be together because of age difference, background, and nature. How could that be open minded?

I did not pretend. When you were sick I came. Immediately. How many can do and will do that?
I care all the time.

But rejection kills me. More than once. How am I suppose to go on if you keep doing that?