I generally feel totally helpless to the power a woman can have over me. Not just for her kinder qualities, beauty, or affable inquiries... but for how much stock I put into her opinion of me. I simply want to do whatever I can to make her happy. I don't exactly understand it but I think it actually makes me happier than just about anything else in life. I could be wrong, but even making the statement feels pretty much right.
I guess I am just like all the rest... even though I don't really want to be... even though I am technically the only person like me.
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