My Fault Or Yours?

I can't really decide, my fault or yours. You started it by asking me a qustion. I was polite and answered the best way, or at least I thought. They say copying is the greatest form of flattery, but I laugh at the person who said that. Your flattery inevitably broke my newly discovered heart. I don't pretend to understand you, and sometimes I don't even try. So, as my parting shot, please, get out and stay out of my other life.