I feel like I’ve built up this image of you and no one, no one compares. I know exactly what I want, what I’m looking for and what I need, but it’s like I keep missing the mark. I keep settling for these boys that come along, hoping that I can somehow find your qualities or your characteristics in them. I like you so much, yet I still want to change you. I know no one is perfect, but I have such high expectations of myself and others that it’s impossible for me to lower them for anyone.

I feel like my future boyfriend/husband is going to have to be a writer or a poet, or at least have a way with words and I don’t mean like absolute cheese balls but someone who can speak and write with some depth.

I don’t give a fuck

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I don’t give a fuck

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