I am always looking for an excuse to him. Not currently. I'm sorry for all the quarrel was only me. Why? Why I did not think it is not right? For me it was perfect. To me, he was sent over. It's stupid, but I thought for a long time. When it ended? When I started to love yourself? I do not remember. As if something had cracked, and all our relations have gone another way, took a new course, developed a new route. Since then I have always viewed with suspicion for all that he said. Perhaps it was not right, but in another way has failed. I tried to convince himself, to convince myself and him that everything is perfect, could not.