I'm told I'm too picky I'm told to lower my standardsTo stop wanting what I want I'm told my type is too rare and that I will never find that My type? I don't have a type I mean if you count human qualities a type then I guess I do I want him to love me whole heartedly I want him to show me off as if I'm his most prized possession I want him to smile at me like all he can see is me I want to know he cares and he love...