Mar 17, 2011 04:51
It's sad to notice that I have lowered my expectations in finding a significant other.
Or have I? Or perhaps the case is really that I expect too much.
Maybe it is.
The way I look at it:
I don't need to be wined and dined.
I don't need to be looked after
or paid for, or called every second of the day.
I just want to be loved,
and know that I am loved.
I want to be held every night like it is our last.
I want to wake up every morning knowing
that the man I fell asleep with is still right next to me.
I want to know you think about me.
That you worry about me and what I'm doing.
I want you to ask me what's on my mind
and talk to me about my day.
Not every second of every hour of every day.
I don't need you to sweep me off my feet.
I want you to be home with me.
I want to take care of you.
Cook for you, clean for you, rub your back when it's been tough.
I want you to enjoy your life.
I want you to go out with your friends.
I want you to make something of yourself.
I want to be proud of you.
I want to know that not only are you my partner,
but most importantly you are my best friend.
And that no matter the situation,
I can count on your presence within my life through the good and the bad.
------------------------------------------
I've had it all.
From wine and dine to the worst of the worst.
What's left?
Is this me being too picky?
Is this me not being able to accept when something is right?
Is this me fighting myself to be happy?
I don't know what's wrong with me.
I just want to find someone that loves me, for me
and still leaves room to love themselves.
Or perhaps I'm doomed to live a life of single-ness.
And if that's the case,
It saves my heart from a lot of damage.
I know you're out there.
Let me know when you're ready for me.
Let me know when you need me.
I love you future-guy.
We're going to be amazing.
I look forward to meeting you.