Anyway, it was perfect, the way you stopped my heart in its tracks with such a silly thing as this.
But it works. Oh, it works so well.
You've given me this extraneous standard for such a simple reason--To keep my heart at bay. Instead of traversing about the myriad of complex personality traits that may or may not suit me in a wanderlust to find the ones that do, this one trait stands like a guard at the gates of my heart: Meet the standard, or do not pass.
In the end, your plans are true. I'm well aware that one day, you'll give him to me, and then, I won't need this guard: You will hold my heart in yours, and he will protect it with everything. I'll have my two best to guard those gates.
I won't be reliant on such a silly, silly standard.