too unrealistic

“Give someone a chance,” you said.

A chance to what?

To hurt me?

To disappoint me?

“Give someone a chance.”

A chance to love me.

To care for me.

To see me—truly see me.

A chance to date me.

And God, I want to.

Badly.

I don’t care about their job title or their body count.

I don’t care if they hold doors or walk on the outside of the sidewalk.

Chivalry is cute, but kindness is everything.

I just want someone who’s kind.

Someone who can apologize.

Someone who listens—really listens—without pity or judgment.

Someone who can handle my chaos without trying to fix or tame it.

Maybe that’s too much.

Too high.

Too unrealistic.

But if it is,

then maybe I shouldn’t give anyone a chance at all.

Maybe—just maybe—

I’m better off on my own. :)