I have a hard time explaining my ideal relationship. I tend to say something like “best friends who fuck.” But that often gets misconstrued with “friends with benefits.”
If I had to make a playlist for what I mean to say, it would be Love Bizarre, If I Was Your Girlfriend, and Kiss. And almost separately, with an asterisk, Adore.
I don’t want to settle down. I want to shake things up. I want to synergize and become more than just the sum of some parts. I want her to become a better person with me, and I want me to become a better person with her. I want to celebrate mutual weirdness. I want to make her smile, laugh, and sing. And I want her to want to smile, laugh and sing. Every chance she gets. I don’t want to be tolerated. I want to be embraced. I don’t want to keep it down, I want to keep it real.
I want her crazy, to work with my crazy. Above all else. I want to be free with her. At the very least, planning our escape with her.
Us weirdos aren’t allowed to have normal relationships. Thankfully.