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Supports my ideas.
Handles the bad stuff with me.
Loves me no matter what.
Handsome.
Witty.
* * *
Then the pen color changed once more.
* * *
Has a job.
Doesn’t live with his mother.
Isn’t an asshole.
Likes kids. Wants kids of his own.
Committed.
Needs me.
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“I was always looking for a man to meet this list.”
“Your man list,” I stated.
She nodded.
“That dentist? The date I went on? Remember.”
I frowned and even growled a little. “Oh yeah. You came back all bent out of shape about wheat.”
“He met everything on this list.”
That was definitely not what I wanted to hear. “Oh.”
She wrung her hands. “But I didn’t want him. I didn’t even really like him.”
I felt better hearing that.
“You meet everything on this list, Dex. And a few things I didn’t even put.”
I smiled, pleased with myself, but it didn’t matter. Nothing had changed in the time she’d been in my apartment except I longed for her even more and it would hurt like a skate to the jugular when she walked right back out.
“Except it turns out I wasn’t, for you, all the things listed in return.”
“Oh?” I was still fucking confused.
“In a way, I still live with my mother. And father. And… well, I never really grew up.”
I set the toaster on the coffee table and held out my hand. I wasn’t sure if she was going to take it, but I needed to have her close. If this was the last time I could touch her, so be it.
