I wish I could, but I can not :

I cannot be the woman you want me to be—however that may look. I cannot be richer than you; you grew up with old money. I do not desire it. Because I am aware of the price that comes with it. I paid it once, I'd rather take the peace I have now and make life work. 

I cannot be the woman you need me to be because we live in different worlds. You do not accept me for who I am, and it would not matter how much I twist and turn. I am who I am, and you are who you are—stuck in the world you grew up in. You have never experienced anything else.

Our journey was short and sweet, but it has to end here. Because we live in different worlds, and you are not accepting me and my world, nor me and what I could give you, because it has no value to you.

I wish you could see my world through my eyes. But you don't even want to explore it. To you, it's a joke. You refuse to accept a "no" because perhaps no one has ever denied you or your demands. I genuinely wanted us to work, but we constantly argue, and you always insist on having the last word.

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