Sam Smith’s Stay will always make me cry like a baby.
It’s so true, I think that every gay man can relate to it at least a little. We all, at the end of the night, want one thing. It’s not sex, it’s not that feet curling orgasm we talk about constantly. It’s having a warm body beside us, knowing that if we’re hurting a little bit that the person beside us can hug the pain away for at least a little while. We constantly negate the fact, especially as a vastly masculine preferring demographic, that we’re love addicted beings. I don’t want just another warm body in my bed at night, I want someone who’s searched the stars in the dark wishing and waiting for mine to be beside his.