I wanted to be able to let someone feel safe. I wanted someone to feel comfortable, to be able to lean on me when they need strength. I wanted to give someone peace. I have been able to offer that to various people, at various times, and it makes me feel wonderful. I can't always do it for all people, but I want to be able to be there. To ease someone's pain, let them relax and be themselves, without fear.

For myself, I guess I wanted someone to know me. To really see me, warts and all, and maybe--just maybe--care for me anyway. I may not always have been a good man, but I feel there are parts of me that I can be somewhat proud of, at least. But no one really does know anyone else, do they? It's hard enough to know oneself. Anyone who truly sees me would, from their own unique perspective, probably be able to tell me things about myself that I've never understood. And no matter how much time we spend with someone, there's no way to comprehend every intricate detail happening inside their brain at every moment. And yet I've long longed for that, in some form. To be able to share myself wholly with someone, and to be able to give someone a place of comfort and acceptance where they can be wholly themselves.

That, and a couple million dollars, and to not have to work every day to survive. A nice tiramisu. A cuddly kitten. A fine whisky. You know, the good stuff. I don't know what other people want. Is it something similar, or something totally different?