The Paw Print
A relationship needs substance, we all long to connect, even with strangers — we want to connect. I want to have somebody that can share every aspect of their life with me, I want to feel like in someway shape or form we are merging and growing as a whole. There are so many conversations we can have about the news, music videos, who’s EP is about to drop, and how many Halo kills we got. We’re not connecting, we’re not bonding, and we’re just talking to well…talk.
As cliché as it sounds I want to know everything about you, I want to know your hopes, fears, dreams and nightmares. Do you believe in God? Where do you see yourself in 10 years? Do you want kids? What are your aspirations? How is your relationship with your parents? I want to know all of this, I want to pick your brain and engulf every aspect of what makes you, you. I don’t want a bullshit fling with occasional sexy time; I would like a commitment with intimacy. Call me old fashion but if people have managed to be married for over 50 years, maybe they’ve discovered the fountain of relationships, and I’m trying to drink from it.
I understand some things look better inside of the store, but I’m not window shopping, I’m purchasing, and I’m bringing it home. I can have bullshit conversations about the release of Halo 4, the outcome of the political campaign, and how hilarious The Simpsons episode was last night with any random guy I come across in this world. But what I can only do with one person, is know how they are afraid to fail, how insecure having a serious relationship can make them, and what’s behind the great wall of china you put up. I can’t make you want to commit to me, I can only tell you what I want at the moment.
I can’t make us stick by myself, be my Wendy and put my shadow back in its place. Please?