You’re not them. You’ll never be them. The men I think I loved, the ones who had no interest in me, clearly. I wish you were. I wish my heart jumped at the sight of you, I wish you made me think thoughts of our future. I wish i felt something when you were with me. But I felt nothing, I felt numb, like they took all that from me. I couldn’t give myself to you, like I foolishly gave myself to them. Even though you were willing. Maybe that was the problem.