Is it because of my morning face - of how it somehow fluffs like a balloon when I wake up on lazy Sundays? Is it my hair - my curse of dandruff that just won't break no matter how many bottles of shampoo I use? Is it the way I speak? Or act? Is it because I'm not masculine enough that you'd cringe at the thought of us holding hands in public? Is it because I have love handles instead of a flat stomach that the idea of making love to me disgusts you? Is it because I care too much - far too much - about your affairs that you're already suffocated with all my fussing? What is wrong with me? What do I do to fill the spaces that are lacking for you to love me again? Tell me. Please.