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I know that I am not good enough, that my morals are… well lacking, and a sense of honor for me is a bit on the unconventional side. The thing is when I see you, dear, I want to be a man of worth. Or at least, pretend to be a man of worth. I cannot lie, and maybe that is a step in the correct direction, but it would be pretending. For you, I would pretend to be the greatest man who ever breathed. I would fake a smile to another I dislike, I would internalize those homicidal thoughts I tend to get, and I would pretend I could worship you.

Disappointment would surely follow but for a short time I would be a good man and you would be in love with me. I do not think there is much more that I can ask of you but for mere moments of seeing love in your eyes.