For one night, I plan to find someone. 
To take me home. 
To make me feel good. 
And I’ll meet him. 
He’ll make a promise on our first night, which will become impossible to keep. 
So, one night will turn into two. 
And two nights will lead to three. 
By the fourth, he’ll have delivered everything I could’ve wanted and more. 
He’ll even ask me to stay longer. 
Naturally, he’ll get upset when I say that I can’t. 
I wish I could explain things. 
Make him understand. 
But since I’ve gotten to know him, there’s really no point. 
I must leave.