The idea of me seems tempting, doesn't she? Composed from your broken dreams and desires, sculpted to perfection, void of any flaws, completely incapable of wrongdoing...
In all honesty, I would fall in love with her too.
She's nothing but a figment of your imagination. Someone you want me to be like. Someone you prefer me to transform into. Someone you will continue to paint me as regardless of how much it makes me, an actual living breathing person, feel inadequate.
Paint me in whichever light you want, it's not my responsibility to live up to your imagination. I can't believe I was ever jealous of someone who didn't even exist.