Lindsay stirs in her sleep, I reach out and stroke her hair.
I don't know why I married her. It's not that I don't care about her, I do, it's just she's not right for me.
Her hair is too long, too blond, too fine and too straight.
She's too tall, too thin, too tan and too many curves.
She's too perky, too petite, too affectionate and too cute.
She's too kind, too sweet, too innocent, too naive.
She's not smart enough, not aggressive enough, not sarcastic enough, and not strong enough.
She's not rough enough, not muscular enough, not broody enough and not mysterious enough.
She's not Jess.