Dependency and love go hand in hand.

I hate you for being so perfect. I hate you for never feeling like this. You're the girl from that song. You're the one that everybody likes. I can see you trying to sympathise with the voices in my head, it's cute, but we both know that it's not for real. You're enjoying your sanity, and with good reason too. If you really cared, you'd listen to me, you'd do what I say and stay. But the bright lights and the luxury haute-couture have tempted you and it's obvious you're not turning back.

S.