This is hard to say, but I must tell you what is in my heart: I do not love you! I love another.
I love another whom I cannot have. His soul is too large to confine, and so I must set him free for another to love. I may have bid him farewell, but he will always remain in my heart and in my mind.
Yes, you are here, John, and that must count for something! I suppose I am grateful that Phil introduced us. But you are simply not The One of my dreams! There is something twisted and awkward about you. I feel that deep down you are not quite clean and wholesome, as if little motes of filth were settling upon you.
Yet I am a realist, John, and I know that I need someone here with me. If you are the one who is willing to stay, then I will accept you. I will try to appreciate you and care for you . . . but I will always love another!