We’re all looking so desperately to find that single person who, in that silly cliche sorta was; completes us. We end up fucking our way through a slew of meaningless bodies just to feel connected to anyone, anything, and to not spend another night alone with a glass of whiskey on our bedside table and a sinking feeling in our hearts. These pseudo connections really only last the night and quite frankly I’m not sure if the regret in the morning weighs heavier then a night spent solo. Unfortunately we could fuck our way through the world and still feel lonely, still feel rejected, still need something more. I just hope that one day we all do truly find that one person that not only holds our bodies for an evening, but our hearts for a lifetime.