It's only a mind getaway

I know you’re already praying for me, even having not met me. Let me assure you, I. Will. Wait for you. I will no longer date, socialize, or communicate with carbon copies of you to appease my boredom or to quench my thirsty desire for attention or short-lift compliments from sort’ve-kind-of. You know, he’s sort’ve kind of right but sort’ve kind of wrong. His first name Luke, his last name warm.