I think sometimes that I will find that job that I want. I will be happy for a bit, and make money and be someone somewhere. And that maybe you’ll give a shit about me. That I won’t be a joke anymore, because that’s all i have ever been to so many people. But you make me feel respected. I love that you are so together on the outside. I love that you have weaknesses like the rest of us. I love that you know how to take control of situations. I love that your you no matter who puts you down for it. I feel safe around you, like you have the ability to take care of anyone. I feel like you understand me when I am mad or when I’m scared. I feel like even when I fuck up, while you know I’m wrong, you still see my point of view. I love that your smart. I love that you don’t throw me aside because i’m persistant. I love that you know what’s important and what needs to get done. I love that you like to be somewhat secretive from others. I love that you act like you need no one, even though that’s a load of shit. I guess, I just want what’s impossible.