I’ve never met one man that was any different than the next.
I would love to be proven wrong.
Just once.
I would rejoice in that moment of just one man that could show me how wrong I was, I would fall at his feet and worship the ground he walked on for as long as I drew breath.
But I’ll die first before I ever meet a man that only sees me, that never stops to gaze too long and lust fully at another female.
I don’t believe in that “it’s biological” bullshit.
I don’t follow that “I’m a man, I’m hardwired to be this way” bullshit.
I don’t buy into the “alpha male” bullshit.
You are not cavemen.
Romance and love are dead.
I no longer believe in love. I no longer will allow myself to get swept up in romanticizing love or romance. I’m done. My heart cannot take another rip at the seams.
And I am devastated hearing my voice tremble through salty waves of tears as. I pray for rain, I pray I drown in the ocean of these tears for I cannot breathe through this anymore.
