The First Day of the Rest of My Life

Monday, February 14, 2005

I want someone.
I want someone to love.
I want someone to love completely.
I want someone to love me the same way.
I want someone to watch game shows with.
I want someone to laugh at Dave with.
I want someone to sing along to the bad pop songs on the radio with.
I want someone to make love to because I want to, not just because either one of us is horny.
I want someone to go to breakfast with the morning after and pretend we're nouveau riche.
I want someone to teach me about the world.
I want someone to share in my neuroses.
I want someone to tell me everything will be okay.
I want someone to share my successes with.
I want someone to cheer on.
I want someone to kiss when they walk in the door.
I want someone to look at, just for the hell of it.
I want someone to cuddle with on the couch while watching the romantic comedies they show on cable.
I want someone to tell me to stop with the incessant whiny blog posts.

Happy Friggin' V-Day.

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