Sometimes I want someone to be absolutely selfish with me. I want her to be obsessively possessive, to feel the urge to gouge out the eyes of anyone else that looked my way, but never act on it because it would be beneath her. I don’t want her to look out for my well-being. I don’t want her to let me grow. I want her to wish upon me a torturous life of mediocrity if that was what it cost to be together. I want her to tell me to give up all my dreams and trade them for her because loving her would be greater than any dream achieved. I want her to seek comfort, to be safe, to make a place isolated from the rest of the world and enough room for me to be safe too. I want to be in a miserable, mind-numbing bliss. Just once, I want someone to say to me...
stay.
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