   You ask me whether I love you, and I say yes.
       But I am a realistic woman.
I can't love someone in a Platonic way. I hope that my boyfriend can hold me in his arms as we fall asleep, wake me up in the morning gently, and bring me a bowl of hot soup whenever I fall ill. But not as i am now: I  go to bed alone with  a hot-water bag, an electronic blanket, or a silk quilt to warm myself. when i suffer from cold I can only stay in bed and read short messages you sent me, dizzy and lonely. I feel perplexed, why am i still alone since i have you now? why am I troubled with annoying things without you to share the burden over my shoulders? And why, when I am sick, do i have to get up by myself, drink cold mineral water, and rummage out medicine in a drawer without you around me to take care of me?
You ask me whether I love you, and I say yes.
    But I am a realistic woman.
I can't stand it when you say you love me over and over again, but have no spare time for  me during holidays, so I always find myself wondering along the streets . Or you leave me alone in pinch-dark night and I can do nothing but hold myself gazing at the rain dancing outside the window while listening to my own tears falling. Neither can I bear it when I stand before the intersection of my life and when I want so badly your guidance, you are not here. You are my boyfriend, so I don't turn to others for comfort. But I really need someone whose shoulder i can lean against.
You ask me whether I love you, and my answer is yes.
But I am a realistc woman.
I know  it is romantic to send sweet words to each other on MSN, and lovely to send interactive images on QQ. And I also know from your short messages that you really care about me. But I am tired of sending a red lip image when I want to kiss you, or a waggling mouse image when I want to hug you. Neither do i want to do nothing but read the short messages you sent me again and again in the evening until I fall aleep.
You askeme whether I love you, and I say yes. 
But I am a realistc woman.
Comforting words are no match for your hands tapping gently on my shoulder; beautiful images are no match for your sweet smile around me. You hug me on MSN, on QQ, or  in short messages. But Still, I can't feel your hands, your shoulder, your warm and your strength. I am sorry, but i really can't feel them.

You ask me whether i love you, and I say yes.

But I am a realistic woman.
A realistc woman hopes someone could listen to her when she talks, comfort her when she feels low, give her a bear hug instead of leaving her in front of a computer.
You ask me whether I love you, and my answer is yes.
       But I am a realistic woman. 
Sometimes, we will meet difficulties. If we can't tide them over together, can't build a warm family. Then please give up. It is not a bad ending as we thought it would be.
       Why do people always cherish something when they lost it? Don't ask me whether i love you any more, because i am tired of answering.