An Image Of It

You see a picture of a car in it.
A really nice car.
But I tell you that's not a car.
You find it contradictory.
Still I keep telling you in a very assertive way that that's not a car.
You find me annoying and ridiculous.
At the end you say "you just don't know how to satisfy people emotionally".
All I can say is - try to get into that car then, you can't 'cause that's not a car, but an image of it.
You turn to me and hug me closely to your chest.
But I find it suffocating because I'm just too emotionally satisfied with you.
You say "is this true love or just an image of it then?".
I turn my back to you and wave goodbye with tears on my face.