having a desperate and sickening phase again, wishing for a real human being, a person to be able to understand me in a way i could never understand myself, without trying to lecture or change me, and with all the necessary humor. someone being able and active, interested and imaginative, creative and caring, even longing and loving, who knows it all, and is aware of himself not knowing anything, at the same time.
well... at least gender doesn't matter.
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