Strangers.

I'm slowly coming to realize that you were never what I was looking for. Sure, you may have the charm and a bit of the sweets, but every time I see the "real" you, I see someone hiding behind a facade, a mask, not willing to show his true colors. It seems like you're tying too hard to be someone you're not, trying to fit into a world so different from your own. But maybe I'm just making an ass out of you and me by assuming. After all, I never got to know you that well...