This is meant to be anything but presumptuous. Please forgive me if it is.
I'm not irresistably gorgeous.
I'm not insanely witty or smart.
I'm not extraordinarily talented at anything in particular.
Put me in Levi's and a t-shirt and I couldn't be picked out of a NYC street on any given day.
I know nothing about football or art or politics.
I'm not particularly well-read or cultured.
There are a million and one things I'd love to get around to, but never find the time.
I'm no Southern Belle; I'm no spunky Western Cowgirl.
I'm no sultry gypsy and I'm certainly no elegant member of foreign royalty.
I'm moody, dramatic and stubborn.
I love to be spoiled and I have to have control. Of everything.
I'm eccenrtic and claustrophobic of people and sometimes colder than I want to be.
And I've been incapable as of yet to reciprocate even a fraction of what each of you has offered me.
Not even the people who think they know me best actually know all of me. Just bits and pieces scattered here and there - usually remembering only what they liked best... or least, depending on what's most convenient at the time.
I guarantee you, whomever you are, you don't know who I am.
So why me?
What makes you think that I'm so special or so different?
What makes me worth spending hours of thoughts on?
What makes me more desireable than her? Or her?
What makes you think you'd really want me around for 15 or 20 or 30 years?
Why is it that with all the others you fight to keep your options open,
And with me you fight to be my only option?
I'm not insanely witty or smart.
I'm not extraordinarily talented at anything in particular.
Put me in Levi's and a t-shirt and I couldn't be picked out of a NYC street on any given day.
I know nothing about football or art or politics.
I'm not particularly well-read or cultured.
There are a million and one things I'd love to get around to, but never find the time.
I'm no Southern Belle; I'm no spunky Western Cowgirl.
I'm no sultry gypsy and I'm certainly no elegant member of foreign royalty.
I'm moody, dramatic and stubborn.
I love to be spoiled and I have to have control. Of everything.
I'm eccenrtic and claustrophobic of people and sometimes colder than I want to be.
And I've been incapable as of yet to reciprocate even a fraction of what each of you has offered me.
Not even the people who think they know me best actually know all of me. Just bits and pieces scattered here and there - usually remembering only what they liked best... or least, depending on what's most convenient at the time.
I guarantee you, whomever you are, you don't know who I am.
So why me?
What makes you think that I'm so special or so different?
What makes me worth spending hours of thoughts on?
What makes me more desireable than her? Or her?
What makes you think you'd really want me around for 15 or 20 or 30 years?
Why is it that with all the others you fight to keep your options open,
And with me you fight to be my only option?