I do  not understand. 'I am disappointed in him. He is not doing what he needs to do.' Etc Etc. How can you do that? How can you say that? If that's all he hears, all day, every day, that he's a disappointment, that's he's not doing enough, isn't good enough, how long do you think it will be before he believes it, too? And once he believes it, what can you expect from him? What's the point? What's the point in him even trying anymore, when all you see is a disappointment. YOU should be ashamed. He needs encouragement, and affection, and love. Not constant put-downs. I am sick over this. I do not understand. I love him so much. I see so much beauty in him, so much potential and it's never reached it's full. And I suppose I see why, now. Why he doesn't want to try to do anything. To be better. Why try? I bet he feels he'll just prove you right. That he'll try to be whatever you want, and you won't even notice. You can't even see him. It's no wonder he's an ass to everyone. No one ever gave him a chance. I did, though. And you know what? He's one of the sweetest people I have ever had the chance to meet. He loves me, and does so much for me. Because I saw him; because I see him. Because I accept and understand he's flaws. Because I do not confront him with his failures. I know he has not forgotten them, why on earth should I throw them in his face? All I did was love him, when he didn't love himself. Why can't you do that? Why the hell can't people do that? Why is everyone so judgmental? Why can't we just love, and be loved? Why do we have to make it so difficult? Why do we have to be like this? I am sick to death of the human race. If you could just shut the hell up, and hug him, and tell him you love him, and that you are PROUD of him, and fucking mean it, maybe things wouldn't be so hard. Maybe, just maybe, if you just appreciated him as he is, instead of trying so hard to make him how you feel he should be, you two could actually have a relationship. But that won't happen. And that, that is heart-breaking. I don't even know what I want to say anymore. Except; I love you. I. Love. You. Regardless of everything that stains your life. I love you, for everything you are. I love you because you're an ass to everyone, except me. Because I can read you, because you are beautiful. Because you have been hurt and you are guarded; but you let me in, sometimes. You let me see you, sometimes. You show me parts of your heart and mind you don't share with others. You trust me, as much as you can  trust anybody, and that is beautiful. I love you. I do.