You say you want to understand, but understanding is a lot of work. If you knew all that was involved, would you still feel the same way? I so desperately want to be understood. I want to believe you, but I’m afraid. I’m afraid I’ll be disappointed. You’ll never understand me. I can’t say I’ll ever understand myself, and when one thing comes to make sense to you, I’ll change. But, I’m not sure you really want to understand me. I’m not sure you know all that is involved. Professionals, they’re paid to listen, but you, I feel bad taking your time. I’ll keep buying you supper because I feel that somehow I need to give back to you. I need to make every hour we spend together worth it for you, and I can’t believe that you’d find it worthwhile, just hanging out with me. I love you so much, that’s why I’m so afraid. I’m afraid that you just put up with me. I don’t want to annoy you. I don’t want to force you to listen to me. I’m selfish. I love talking about myself, I love being with you, so I’ll try not to talk about myself too much, because I’m afraid I’ll push you away. I wish this wasn’t all about me, but like I said, I’m selfish. I’m not sure I have anything to offer you. Can I buy you lunch?