The Next One
The next one will actually place the same or greater value on my feelings as she does her own.
The next one will not live in another state where I can’t monitor her actions, making it easier for her to lie to me.
The next one will not be a “cool person” who cares more about being perceived as cool than just loving somebody for the dork that they are.
The next one will be somebody that I feel a spark of sexual need for almost immediately: that sort of thing doesn’t grow over time.
The next one won’t immediately have come out of a damaging relationship that colors every single one of her actions and feelings toward me.
The next one will tell me the truth.
The next one will understand the definition of the word “love”.
The next one will be a fucking depraved pervert, but for just one guy: me.
