I have begged you for plain answers, I have pleaded for clarity. You have chosen 'sullen' and 'silent.'
And no matter what you think of me, do not lie again and tell me it is less than ill, I have never "willfully" misunderstood you.
I have worked for you, I have tried for you, over and over again. You have fought me at every turn, declaring everything I present to you as impossible or irrational.

Let me make something clear to you - there is nothing rational about love, and even less sense to be made when not all parties engage in good faith. This, my dear, I place at your feet.

Between the two of us, one thing remains true: I will try and adapt. You have chosen to judge me for the effort.

And I love you still.