You make lists in your head about what you want in a lover, like brown hair and a sweet voice. A sharp mind and a soft heart, a sense of humour that actually makes you laugh like you mean it. This and that. And it’s all bullshit. Because people aren’t lists. And I’ve always wanted to be the person who made someone realise that. I want to come across someone with a list in their head that is nothing like the person I am, and I want to show them that they didn’t even know what they were looking for. People who think they know what they want are fooling themselves.
Nobody really knows what they want.
Not until it’s right in front of them.