Real genuine affection is difficult to find, and, the harder it is sought, the further away it wanders. Many people search all their lives and never find it, or they settle for less than they are worth. I hope to never drop down to that level, but it seems perfectly logical that people must resort to this. People have the audacity to call others too “picky,” but is it fair to judge preferences when it comes to a lifetime of happiness or complete boredom/regret? Love was never made to be delivered in only a half form and deciding to receive only half is a joke.