I don't choose you for what you have. I choose you for what you give me: your devotion, your pain, and your silence. In my world, you don't exist as a man… you exist as an object.
The older you get, the more you realize you have no desire for drama, conflict and any kind of bullshit. You just want a cozy home, a nice book and a person who knows how you drink your coffee.....oh and a satisfying place to sit.