I never questioned a man's ability to love me; it was myself I most worried for.
In each boy I saw, I could not settle. I was always in need for more, always
searching for something I did not know.
You see, a sentimental love was never a temptation for me. It is not enough.
I must have a fiery, unconditional love. A fleetingly passionate, fierce infatuation.
A need for limbs apart from my own.
If I ever fall in love with a man, nothing will be the same.
If I ever fall in love with a man, it will be the beginning of everything.
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