Affected

No. I can't be with someone who isn't sweet. I can't be with someone who's too out of it. Not with someone who's jaded. Not with someone with too much baggage. I can hear the complaining already. I can hear the arguments. I can hear the differences in taste. No. That's just not me.

Yeah, I'm a hopeless romantic. I want moments to be perfect. I want candles, petals, music, the works. I want music. Music leads to magic. Music without angst. Music of the soul. What's wrong with that?

Besides, I need proximity.

Affected. Affected because the cycle of pain wasn't supposed to end. How can that chain be broken? I don't know. I can't say I don't care. It's an ego game at this point. It's kinda pathetic, I admit. But it's real.