God! What is wrong with you?! You are just a man, not some infallible philosopher king. You have needs like every other man on earth. You give and give and you never take, I don't get it. Why do you have to hold yourself to such a high standard? I'm everything you could ever want in a person, I've proven my loyalty, my dedication, I make you laugh, I listen to you, I understand how you see the world, and I want you smothered and covered like my Waffle House hash-browns. How can you take care of me, give me so much hope, and not want to take advantage of all my wild neuroses and insecurities?! I'd jump your bones six ways to sunday if you'd just stop being such a white knight and give me the go ahead. I'd give you anything you want, and all you want to do is make me happy. And because of that I'll be your mental and emotional whore until you let me be your physical one. Jerk.
Let Me Be Your Concubine Already!
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