Rakuli

I would love to be him but …

Let me be the guy that makes you forget about the man you want. That man, who you write about and dream of, he may exist, but at the moment I am not convinced. Let me be the guy that stops you focussing on an impossible prototype and teaches you that a human can earn your love too. Your list of must-have traits could use chapters and I am yet to reach the end of your “desirables”, but I can say that all of the men I have ever met combined would not fulfil three quarters of what you cannot live without.

I am not one for tattoos and radical activism is not my style, but I will pet a puppy and write how much I love you all over my arms. I am unlikely to be famous and rarely cry my way through movies, but I will hug you when you are upset and write you a lullaby if you are lacking music. I will not assume you are lying when you tell me you are fine and I will resent it if you expect me to decipher a code beneath your words. And sometimes my lust will rage and I will think of little else but there will be plenty of days where I will simply hold you close in bed. 

I do not complete your perfect list, in fact, I do not even come close. Has anyone? Ever? Let me be the guy that does a few things you love very well and a few things you hate, rarely. If you continue looking for the man who does everything you love and nothing that you hate, you will find bitterness and despair when people keep falling short; the closest you will come is accepting false promises and realising too late that they are lies.

I am not the man of your dreams and never will be, but neither is the next guy. There was a time when you forgot I was human for long enough to love me. Let me be the guy who reminds you that humans can earn your love too.