I am not interested in men, I am interested in you. Actually interested. I want to know more about you, I want to know the weight of your arm around my shoulders. I want to know what you think about religion, science, the cosmos, and your hometown. I want to help you, feed you, cook with you. The thing is, that we will never be “we”, because I am me and you are you. I am loud, and too big for every situation. You deserve someone perfect, small, and smooth around the edges.