“Well, look at you being a matchmaker. I’m sorry it didn’t work out, though, I thought you were looking for that kind of relationship,” she says. “I was, but she wasn’t what I wanted.” “What do you want?” she asks. You. Everything about you. Your soul. Your mind. Your heart. Your body. I want all of you, every last fucking inch of you. “Still processing that. I’ll let you know when I’m ready.”
