It hurts to love you because I know on so many levels how wrong for me you are, how you inadvertently make me feel insecure and unworthy. And I know I could find a hundred other people to love that would treat me better, with more affection, more attention, and more savvy. But unfortunately, I want you. It is you who breaks my heart every time you drive away, you I dream about, and you I miss. And even though I can dish whatever it is I do dish, there has never been a time that I could take it.