Too many expectations...(?)

X: I don't have the right style for you, do I?

Y: No, you don't have the right style.

X: I'll Change.

Y: No, do not change, you are your own person, you have your own style.

X: But then I won't have you. Why can't I have you?

Y: Because you push too hard, every damn minute. There's no time to ever relax and enjoy living. Everything's too serious to be so serious.

X: If I push too hard it's because I want things to be better, I want us to be better, I want you to be better. Sure I make waves, you have I mean you have to. And I'll keep making them till you're everything you should be and will be. You'll never find anyone as good for you as I am, to believe in you as much as I do or to love you as much.

Y: I know that.

X: Well then why?

Y: Do you think if I come back its going to be ok by magic? What's going to change? What's going to be different? We'll both be wrong, we'll both loose.

X: Couldn't we both win?

Y: Sweetie, there are too many expectations.

X: Oh, but look what I’ve got… I can't be perfect. But I don't have to be perfect to be loved...