But, you are in California.
Wrestling in front of them.
Those who only want you, because your an object to them.
I want to see you, because you are a wrestling god.
A man who makes me smile.
A man who is so athletic.
A man who has a voice that help me escape the reality that I am.
A man who I want, but, I know I can't, because he is not what my parents would like.
You are the only one.