I want long conversations about nothing in particular. I want evenings by the fireplace, reading. I want someone to take me to take me to fancy restaurants and recommend the coq au vin. I want…need…someone to travel the world with. I want someone who would take me out for coffee, find out I’m more of a tea person, and laugh about it. I want someone to go to plays and operas and symphonies with. I want the kind of love on page 337; the kind Frank Sinatra san about.
But most of all, I want a man who would love me unconditionally for who I am, and not who he wants me to be. The voices in my head are telling me that he doesn’t exist…but I beg to differ.