Nobody is perfect but I thought you were different, but I was wrong. When something is wrong or things are going south, you’re always there for me. I love you and got comfortable as per women supporting women, but everytime I share the slightest goodnews with you, you smile half and your eyes look red immediately and you won’t talk to me for days. I don’t know why but I’m tired of this cycle. Maybe your heart isn’t so big.