I am looking for the one who will have pleasure to see me, be with me, loving my personality, understand also that I have an ardent desire to meet him, tente to make him happy, to say things, but always, quietly, I do not like the lunatism, the irregularity of the humeur, violence, lies, infidelity. We are, at the same time, one and two, the tenderness of the other, or the love, perhaps, the one which makes so strong, so confident, that it transforms the protection of itself, in a natural desire to love, approaching the state of happiness, being together.