I wish I could meet a guy who I could fond over. A guy who would just enjoy the attention and go on adventures with. I wish I could take him into the bathroom of a Chucky Cheese and Fuck over and over until a mother and her child come in to the sounds of our moans echoing all around; triggering the mother to quickly prod the child out of the bathroom in hopes of avoiding the precocious young mind from asking what nature intends to teach them later on anyways. I want so badly to run mindlessly into a field or forest like a sprite only to be caught up into his arms like as if he caught the most valued and rare creature that has ever eluded man. I want to believe in the magic of Love, and I want to live it first hand. Love is the last of my deities that need to be nailed to a cross.