I’m like a plant: treat me good, give me sunshine, love and attention and I’ll flourish in that little window for the rest of my life. I’m not difficult like a fern that perishes in bad climate, but more like an African violet; those things last forever even under the worst conditions. I just want to be loved and I want to love someone else. I want to receive adoration and I want to shower my lover with affection. My main goal in life is simply to be happy.

I know there’s going to be periodic droughts, rain and the occasional hailstorm, but beyond tsunami waves I am a survivor who sticks it out for the long run. Is that really too much to ask?  ¶ 1:43 PM