It doesn't matter if you're single or not, straight or gay, or anything in-between, everyone always has a desire for that perfect partner. And at least for today, you are going to be my perfect partner. And yes, this will have heavy romantic themes.

Work was draining as usual. As a nurse, our hours have been increased while our same shit pay remains the same. We don't get overtime. We don't get to call in sick. The few of us left on staff are working harder than anyone else in the hospital trying to east other people's burdens so our doctors can take hour-long lunch breaks and demand dozens of tests without so much as lifting a fucking finger. Alexa could almost do your job for you now, you self-righteous assholes! How about lifting a fucking finger to do any ACTUAL work other than give a diagnosis that I already fucking gave you!

Well, that was work. I'm exhausted and tired and feeling like shit. I had to intubate almost two dozen "brave and strong and smart" anti-vaxxers who insisted they knew more than me while I saved their life due to their own stupidity.

When I finally enter our apartment though, the smell of you cooking and the comfort of our home lets me strip so, SO much of my problems away. I really am home here with you, and I know that I can leave all of my work problems at the door with you.

If this wasn't obvious, I want you to assume the role of my long-term boyfriend, maybe husband, and yes this will focus more on romance than smut and sex. You're my rock that I can lean on when I have a bad day, my pillar of strength and reassurance.