It is not you, darling, it really is not you....I absolutely adore you, it is not you or your difficulty to express your feelings, you disappearing for days without telling me where you are, it is really not you, darling. It is your chest hair. It is this butch of black thick wig hair you have underneath your chin in between your eyes your mouth your shoulders. It is this little bird nest where ostriches lay their eggs, this seaweed swamp. I am sorry darling, I cannot deal with all the eggshells and moss, this big mess in between your shoulders.