I have faith . I have faith that eventually I meet a semi decent guy and that that guy eventually will tell me he loves me and I won’t say it back unless I mean it, not enough people mean it and when you don’t mean it why say it? Because you’re ropes onto the delusion of love that’s why. I have faith that after this guy, there’ll be another and many more ( maybe) or maybe there won’t be any, maybe it’s someone I know; but they’ll say it and I’ll say it and we’ll mean it. Then I have faith we’d be good parents who get to have beautiful polity great children who are not disillusioned to love because when their father and I say it, we mean it.