I cannot speak for others, my speech is feeling strange, but I am searching for something more. As a shock to many minds close to me, I am too often content to suffer. It is terrible, and it is great (introspection is an incurable disease). Infinite happiness is not my end goal during this life, full experience is. I crave darker, deeper things. Shadow confessions, tears of bliss, lust palpitations, the terror of raw intimacy. If you agree, I am yours.
I cannot speak for the other times I have looked for love. However, this time I did not search, it grew. This time does not simply refer to lust or romance, it is all encompassing. I am searching for something holistic. I require a basis of trust. I require consistent friendship, respect, and honesty in times of utter chaos. If you agree, I am yours.
I cannot speak to the far future, when simplicity may be what I require. Now, I am not looking for something simple. I refuse to be bored. You challenge me, infuriate me also. With you I feel elation, passion, and security. This is what I desire: stability without the absence of growth, and trust without the absence of challenge. If you agree, I am yours.
I cannot speak to what you feel now. I will not, for fear of the response, ask if you are already experiencing these things with another that I so adamantly desire with you. I refuse to ask questions whose answers will nearly certainly rip my sanity to shreds, although it is often difficult to stop my lips from forming the words.
But if you desire these things, if you desire them with me, if you have not found them yet, if you thirst for anything more, if you are not looking only for gentle or easy, if you are not content with dull but safe,
I am already yours.