Never make someone a priority when they only make you an option.
I am so desperate to be loved again that it clouds my judgment and makes me act crazy.
As much as I'm terrified for commitment, I am also terrified of being alone. Not alone in the single sense, but alone in the over-dramatic "i've died and no one noticed in my apartment all by myself" sense.
I want the random displays of affection, the inside jokes, the cuddling on the couch. I want the sex and the fun and the thrill of it all. I want a bit of drama, but not the kind that makes me cry, the kind that makes me mad and then we get over it and become stronger because of it. I want the cheesy, living life, hollywood endings. And I want it with him.
Despite all my commitment issues and traveling bug and being an "independent woman who never wants to let a man get that close again". I let him in and fell for him.
I want him to choose me.
But he hasn't. And he won't.
Oh boy.... what have I gotten myself into.
As much as I'm terrified for commitment, I am also terrified of being alone. Not alone in the single sense, but alone in the over-dramatic "i've died and no one noticed in my apartment all by myself" sense.
I want the random displays of affection, the inside jokes, the cuddling on the couch. I want the sex and the fun and the thrill of it all. I want a bit of drama, but not the kind that makes me cry, the kind that makes me mad and then we get over it and become stronger because of it. I want the cheesy, living life, hollywood endings. And I want it with him.
Despite all my commitment issues and traveling bug and being an "independent woman who never wants to let a man get that close again". I let him in and fell for him.
I want him to choose me.
But he hasn't. And he won't.
Oh boy.... what have I gotten myself into.