I am not the one you like because you like somebody else. My beauty is not the kind that you can’t resist. The sound of my voice only stays in your mind for a couple of minutes. My smile fades in your memory like a contrail. My entire being doesn’t move your soul. In your eyes, I am not that special. My innocent face bothers your conscience every time you look at me. You see me the way a father sees his newborn child, like a delicate figurine…a doll you don’t want others to play with, yet you don’t dare touch as well.
I am not the one you like because you like something else. You like something that is not too easy and not too difficult. I am too much for you to handle, though I make it too easy for you to play with my heart. You like something fun and crazy, yet my cheerfulness and enthusiasm drain your energy. You like something you can touch with your bare hands – something concrete, something close; not something you can only touch with your heart and soul, not something from afar.
I am not the one you like because you simply don’t like me. You like somebody else. You like something else. Somebody else that is not me. Something else that’s not who I am.