Just come be the man I need / Tell me you got something to give, I want it / I kinda like it when you call me wonderful / Whatever the type of talk it is, come on then / I gotta know you’re meant to be the man I need (Man I Need by Olivia Dean)
I like thinking of him as the man I need. But I do like as I get older, it is easier to hold off and wait for it.
Living a life day to day and trying to do more than survive.
That does not mean that the hunger is not all-consuming. That does not mean there aren’t days that I can’t think of anything else but my need for him.
But I am getting through. I am looking for smiles where I can get them.
