In the dark where we try to hide all of the pain of the past. Under the moonlight where we pretend to fall in love skin deep. And all I’m seeing is his silhouette as his lips touched mine. I want to know how it does feel to be wrapped around my arms and hear my breathing and whispers.
I don’t need a Romeo or Casanova. If I need anyone, then I need someone who I can talk to. Someone to share real life. Someone who’s present, here, and not over there. Someone who can be honest with me, and I with them. Someone who’s got words worth listening to. Someone, who’s interested in what I have to say.
Is it too much to ask for friendship first? Does that sound unrealistic or old fashioned? And why does the expectation of new relationships have to start out like a **** movie? Why can’t men be friends with women instead of wanting pieces of their body first? I’m a person, with feelings, hopes and plans, not an item of lust.
Why do women fall in the trap of wanting to find a man who'll provide everything, make them happier than they've ever been before? A man like that can't be found. A man is human, not a mystic angel. He doesn’t exist to make a woman find happiness.
On the day she finds he contains no magic to elevate her emotions into happy ever after, and he discovers she not got much to lust for, the only thing left will be - friendship. So what is left if friendship can't be found?
If love can grow from a friend, and lust grow from love - then I might be interested. Friendship is what matters, anything less, can go to hell...