I wish those men:
Touched me more often, just because.
Empathised when they could.
Bathed with me and washed my hair.
Sang to me even if it wasn't always brilliant.
Tried to know my parents, warts and all.
Knew the pleasure of both sexual and sensual moments...
I love my man and he's near enough perfect, my only gripe is that he doesn't listen. He doesn't do it on purpose it's just that he has the shortest attention span ever. I can be talking away to him thinking he's listening and when I finish he simply says "yeah" and nods...