He’s not perfect. You aren’t either, and the two of you will never be perfect. But if he can make you laugh at least once, causes you to think twice, and if he admits to being human and making mistakes, hold onto him and give him the most you can. He isn’t going to quote poetry, he’s not thinking about you every moment, but he will give you a part of him that he knows you could break. Don’t hurt him, don’t change him, and don’t expect for more than he can give. Don’t analyze. Smile when he makes you happy, yell when he makes you mad, and miss him when he’s not there. Love hard when there is love to be had. Because perfect guys don’t exist, but there’s always one guy that is perfect for you.
I’m waiting. I’m genuine, or at least I try to be, but I have never been that to someone. I am starting to think something is wrong with me. I know I’m a big girl, I accept that and am working on ways to change that. I just want someone to see me, not what media and magazines tell you is acceptable. Then I look in the mirror and say" girl you are gorgeous!" who has skin so chocolate, dimples so deep and a smile that lights up a room? You do! Then I go to work and deal with customers with a smile on my face and in my heart when I see women and women, who are socially considered not attractive and they are getting married or just had a baby and I think "wow there are people who look past that skin." Then I wonder when will someone look at my heart? Steal my breath away or I steal theirs because of my smile.I just wonder and am waiting.
ReplyDeleteDo you ever wonder what the guy you will eventually fall in love with is doing right at this moment? I do all the time. Is he waiting for me to see him just like I'm waiting for him to see me?
DeleteI wonder all the time. What he's doing? Where he is, is he in a relationship or looking for me. I'm not lost but I'm waiting to be found.
ReplyDeleteLast night after I had finally carried my carcass into the next room and into bed(by the way have I ever told you how much I absolutely love my bed, with it's feather bed Egyptian cotton flannel sheets down duvet) that all sat in storage for almost three years before I a good friend took me back to Ohio to get it out of storage? Yeah love my bed, and I realized that I may just be OK with the fact that that part of life has passed me by and will never come round. I probably was not psychologically woven together to allow or make it happen and that is just how it worked out for me. I am working to make my peace with it, but it is not easy.
ReplyDeleteWhen I lost a very important person I closed the door on that part of my life and settled down knowing that it would be a very long time before I opened 'that' particular door again. Strangely that door has been blown off it's hinges :) Its a beautiful thing, quite unexpected but most welcomed.
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