𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞. at least, i don’t think you are. but hey, i’m the first to admit when i might be wrong, and the city is such a big place... you’ll learn that about me, someday. when we get closer. but you... who are you? i’ll admit, i’ve been in love. i’ve loved, and i’ve loved, and i’ve done anything for love. that’s just one of the things about me, you know? i’m not like other guys. you’ll find that out too. i make a great boyfriend. but i’ve also had my heart broken... and i have to protect myself from that. because, boy, i won’t lie to you, i’d never lie to you, but i was broken by that. so maybe i have a little baggage. but i have to be sure. i have to know you.
as the famous meatIoaf once said: i’d do anything for love. but i won’t do that. but that just means you’re not trying enough. see, i’ve learned some things from my exes. i’ve learned that i can’t push a relationship. i have to let it work naturally. there’s a grace period between texts --- did you know that? that i’m supposed to wait before i reply? honestly, the rules around dating really are ridiculous. but we won’t have to worry about that.
and i don’t blame you for wandering over to the popular garbage that mooney makes me string up like carcasses to try and entice people in, because there are some people who’d prefer to read nichoIas sparks over orweII, and there’s a huge fucking proportion of america that want their literature pressed down into easy, two-bite chunks that have the words now a major motion picture stamped at the bottom, just for good measure. that’s what’s wrong with america, you know? people have no patience these days. that’s not me. i wish i knew your name --- it feels rude, just calling you you.
“hi. you look a little lost. can i help?”
@harmodia.
