It seems that I'm getting caught up in these conversations that are like a race to find compatibility, when all I really want is to find a friend.
You ask me over and over, no matter what I said the last time we spoke. But I'm not willing to give me away to someone who's not going to handle anything with care. You are a wild wind, and only I know how fragile I am.
I do not want to be tolerated. I want to be loved.
Is it selfish of me to want more than just a future of compatibility and tolerance? Can't I imagine? Can't I dream? Why can't I wish for someone who turns my world upside down and makes me believe in a love I'd never dreamed existed?