There is a generation gap between you and me, a gap as far away as "modern" and "ancient".
You said that doesn't matter.
You and I are also of the same sex, and biology does not allow such a combination.
It doesn't matter if you say it.
Then I think, let's just love each other. After all, who will we be with in the blink of an eye for the rest of our lives?
But I really didn't expect that from the tip of your hair to the hair of your tail, no part of you is real.
Someone once said: If trust is gone, what about love?
I'm really not noble enough to forgive you.
I love you, but, sorry, goodbye.