But to be a man is a dreadful thing. now, I know that it has some privilege, I don’t worry about walking alone at night, i can’t produce, carry around for nine months then expel humans from my body, I don’t bleed for twenty five percent of my months. I am fully aware of the difference in the amount of time it takes to get ready.
But for once I want to be swept off my feet. I want to be what you’ve always been waiting for. To be the one who could find someone new in a flash so you have to hold as tight as you can and make me feel like we are the only two people that exist.
I hate that I have to chase my whole life for these women who aren’t really what I need from another, sure they are beautiful, and some more than just that, but I need to feel needed, in a way that is irreplaceable. If you feel for a second you could be without me, than you should be.
Maybe I’m weak and codependent, maybe I’m desperate and needy, I’d prefer to think I’m dedicated and dependable, loyal and loving. I want to be the best friend you’ve ever had. And to some maybe that’s weird. but to the “one,” it will make a world of difference.