I started to uncover the real missing pieces of your complex and erratic personality. Sometimes i become amazed at the qualities I hadn't seen. I'd started appreciating them more and more, growing even more fond of you . Then the days had come when i 'd scratched the surface deep enough to see you more obscure vices, and i started to question some things. Regardless of their importance, i pushed these away thinking that we could work through them, or I would just ignored them altogether. Until the false image i'd created erodes completely and reveals a stranger. And only when this bubble bursts is when I'd realise that i made a grave mistake to have given so much of myself to you .