Everybody wants you. Boys and girls kisses your feet just for a little attention, but you never cared. You rejected them politely like always saying you already have a partner. A wife.
Everybody is convinced that your darling is the luckiest person on Earth. Why not? You are kind, affectionate, attentive. Everyday you buy her flowers, whisper the sweetest nothings in her ear, play the most beautiful melodies on piano for her and every night she sleeps in your arms. You are like Prince Charming. Refined, gentle. You walk proudly, back straight but never appear conceited; simply noble. I might add that you are pretty vain. You can't tolerate even the smallest stain on your clothes and you are not willing to go out until that one strand is not like the way you like it. However because of this you always look unexceptionable. You are like a living work of art.
Perfect.
Almost perfect.
Your only mistake is that you are not mine.