I am romantic, and I will talk to you about love and romance, but you just want to go home and only say that the parents are short.
I am open, not rubbing the sand in my eyes, but you say that I am too strong and not compassionate enough.
But I am who I am. How can I accommodate you like that? How would you treat me like this?
I know that extreme freedom and extreme happiness may be based on the extreme tolerance and suffering of others. There must be a price for utopia.
I am well aware that human nature cannot withstand scrutiny. There is no saint in the world.
But, I expect you to treat me special.
No one can ask others to be blameless. Just pray that the person is willing to hide part of himself for me, put me on the tip of my heart, and treat me like a part of the body.
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