It's not that I couldn't love you more
I loved you in a way I thought you deserved
You thought you deserved more
I just didn't see It

And when you lay in bed with your wife,
are you mentally there or with the women on TV?
Or the women who you've been intimate with though the screens?
You not only compare your wife to these women but also love her as though she was someone else
Physically present when making love to her but mentally absent from her
You kiss her lips while your heart kisses the "screen woman

A sorta fairytale with you... with an Irish ending...

She looked like, if you bit her, milk and honey would flow from her.

The more I like me, the less I want to pretend to be other people.

You think you can change a guy, that he’ll be different with you, that you’ll finally be the one to tame him… and before you know it, you’re alone in your underwear at nine o’clock on a Saturday night, crying to Adele songs, eating ice cream straight from the gallon, and wondering what the hell is the matter with you that you fell for such a goddamned man-child, after he explicitly warned you not to.