0045HRS APRIL 17TH 2007

So

you found

your tycoon's son.

The man of your dreams.

All your life's prayers

are answered.

The Heavens

must be rejoicing.

Guess

with your family's

social status,

someone like him

is most befitting.

Just what the hell

was I expecting?

With my old beat up Porsche,

rotten driftwood

of a boat,

cheap penthouse

in a HDB estate,

he probably earns

in a day,

what I earn

in a month.

Or am I still

overestimating myself?

It is a battle

I simply could not

hope to win.

You've found

what you've been searching

for your entire life,

a tycoon's son.

I just have to

take defeat

like a man.

I fought

a good fight,

I ran

a hard race.

But I am clearly

in a different league.

So here I am

once more,

in the playground

of losers.

I just have to admit

I am not good enough

for you.

Just what the hell

was I thinking?

I've always known

for the last 4 years,

I was not what you wanted.

You merely settled for me.

You wished I was richer

and better looking.

I've always felt

your disdain,

your haughty contempt.

I reacted

by overcompensating

for my shortcomings,

with outpouring of

love and patience.

It was clearly not enough.

My love was not enough.

Rejection

should not come

as a surprise.