Hit it out of the park.
"Maybe I should have seen it. I knew it was something. When I'd offer to meet you on the road before, you always had some excuse. Fewer and fewer visits every year... always some reason. You distracted yourself with friends even when we only had a day or two together. You could never wait to leave. Anything not to be here. Not to be with me. It's amazing how we fill in the blanks the way we want to see them. I kept filling them in. 'I'm not pretty today. I'm not funny or smart or interesting enough. Next visit, I'll do better. I'll work harder. I'll figure it out.' I felt so unattractive sometimes, so unwanted. You have no idea how hard it was always trying to find some reason, some way that I had failed. Somewhere deep down, I knew something was wrong, I'm sure I did. I guess I must have been afraid to ask somehow. But I wonder if I had, if you would have told me the truth? Even in my arms, you were always out of reach. And maybe you didn't love me the way I did you, but you didn't even care enough to be honest with me. You didn't choose someone else; you are someone else."
-- Everwood.
-- Everwood.