One more forever, one more time feeling my heart race & getting drunk on the sound of a laugh, one more time. But depth is rare. It's a night here, a weekend there, using, taking. Obsessed with what you can get from someone, not what you can build with them, treating hearts like they're disposable, throwing away people the second someone new slides in. An honest, loyal, faithful, passionate connection, it feels like a fairy tale. So I'm sifting through ashes of a world on fire looking for a gem left in the rubble. Hoping to find a kindred soul who'll adore my silly quirks & value my old fashioned heart, so I can show her she's not the only one lost in the fog of a world hell bent on self indulgence disguised as love