i have found that it's the thought of you that i find so attractive. in reality, it's not you who i may even want. i just want to be wanted. could you do that for me? pretend i'm yours? be the way i imagine you to be?
i have found that sometimes what you want comes in the worst way possible. you hate that you want it, it doesn't make sense. where is the person who will fulfill this epiphany?
