You dream of being able to serve me, of making yourself useful. But do you honestly think that a woman as perfect and independent as me needs someone to meet her needs? You know very well not. I have only to breathe so that thousands of wallets on legs hasten to send me their salary. So you know, one more one less, I wouldn't see the difference. But deep down it excites you to know that you will never be anything other than a sum that appears on my phone among others. It motivates you to always send more in the hope that one day I will notice you, but for that, you will have to send everything down to the last penny.