Damn it man.
Ruined.
Spoiled.
Jaded.
And it's all your fault.
I've seen what a good man can be.
Should be.
And it's all your fault.
I find myself comparing them all to the standard you've set.
The standard you've shown me.
You're not even mine.
Never have been.
Mine own friend? Yes.
Mine own love? No.
So how the hell am I supposed to find someone like you?
Not saying you're perfect.
Far from it.
Just saying you're a good guy.
You can't be the only one.
I want one.
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