You are not what I am wanting.
Don’t offer to change. The desire to change yourself for someone else is itself off putting.
I know myself well enough to know what I want; and what I want is not to be found in you.
This isn’t to be lamented, mourned or concerned. But to be celebrated.
Because if I had you as you are, I wouldn’t be happy. If you were to change, you wouldn’t be happy. And by taking you, it would be as to someone else not having you.
This someone would find affection, where I see only flaws. Would find joy, where I see annoyance.
A union should be frictionless. Two pieces of a puzzle coming together, not your round peg, conforming to my square hole.
Don’t get me wrong, this is not a criticism of you in any way. You are perfect, but simply not perfect for me.
You are what someone is wanting; and in turn you are wanting that someone. But that someone is not me, and you can never be my someone.