That looks dangerously close to what I might write if I somehow believed the woman truly liked me and wanted a serious relationship with me, and I thought I had to provide a detailed explanation, as I've often believed was socially required. I'd have done it sincerely and ignorantly thinking that was the best thing I could do.
Fortunately, that situation would have always been extremely unlikely to arise, even if I had somehow managed to enter the dating market, because I'd never assume she is attracted to me in the first place, certainly not for my achievements in life or my income, and most likely not for my body, either. I wouldn't even bother to think whether her body is good enough for me, because I'd never expect to be up to her standards. I surely wouldn't mind receiving a detailed explanation of how I fail miserably to turn her on and how she needs a real man. I like knowing the truth, and whatever can be destroyed by it, should be destroyed. If it's my self-esteem, so be it. I think, however, that it'd be much more realistic to expect her to decide she has already wasted more than enough time with me and I don't deserve taking the trouble to write the explanation.
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The red lake has been forgotten. A dust devil stuns you long enough to shroud forever those last shards of wisdom. The breeze rocking this forlorn wasteland whispers in your ears, “Não resta mais que uma sombra”.