I come with baggage. I’m not happy with myself, and I’m not really looking. I think I want someone who will adore me, shower me with gifts and wonderful words, but I had that. And it wasn’t enough.
See, I haven’t found my identity yet. I’m 30 years old and still feel lost. Every day brings a new challenge I wasn’t prepared for, and I find myself struggling.
But you don’t need that. You don’t want that. You have a life you’ve chosen to lead and appear to be happy.
And in the end, that’s what I really want – to be happy.
But I wouldn’t be at all heartbroken if you came with that happy….