I want someone
who won’t care that I hate wearing heels,
that I’m incapable of sitting still,
that I can’t grasp the concept of cleaning,
and I refuse to be ladylike.
Someone who realizes that half the decisions I make
are usually ones I regret,
and I have the right to overreact at any given moment.
I want someone who knows how completely insane I am,
and he wouldn’t want me any other way.