I’ve been wondering what it would be like to desire money over intimacy between two hearts, to crave sex over passion between two souls, to want less than the world offered in full between two intellects.
I’ve been wondering what it would be like to leave someone in pain for such common trifles.
And then I look and see that I have someone, right now, who accepts me and desires me for precisely who I am right now, who accepts that I find their money to be a worthless avenue to my heart, who accepts that their breath next to me while asleep is more important than sex, and who accepts that a world of unknown experiences to be shared together is more important than all these other things combined.
I look and see that I have someone who accepts that I cannot be bought, seduced, or whored away from my life for any price.
What could anyone possibly offer me that would rival what has been given to me without cost to my dignity?
That’s what I thought.
I no longer wonder at all about such things. They are beneath me. They are for common people with common lives. And no matter how expensive, how hedonistic, or how jet-set filled those lives may be, they will remain just that: common.