Change.
The last of the choice, option, change trilogy. This is the simplest one, as I am the one to change.
So, I'm an easy-going, laid back, hopeful romantic type of chick. I love love and am happier when in a good relationship. So whenever there's a chance to fall in love, a chance a relationship will work out, I chase that chance and do my level best to make it work. I fight for love, though I've grown skeptical of the notion that love always wins.
Being easy going and laid back means that I'm flexible enough to get along with pretty much everyone. I can be anyone's perfect girlfriend.
The trouble, precious universe, is that so far, I've not found a perfect boyfriend. You've done an incredible job at making each boyo better than the last. A little closer to everything I want. It's been quite clever of you to alternate them with lessons from the adorable badasses that have always caught my attention.
Thank you for the love and lessons of this last boyo who was both most of what I want and a good deal adorable badass. Thank you for the ... demonstration that my heart still works, still falls, still breaks, still heals. Thank you for the evidence that what I want may not come packaged as I expect and may actually eschew that entire wardrobe.
To add to my lengthy list of requirements, after this last year of dating, damage has been done and I need someone who will find me worth fighting for, and will make that effort. Because I am laying down my desire to fight, my desire to chase and my chameleon nature that blends with everyone.
Dear universe,
I want everything.
hugs and kisses,
liss.
So, I'm an easy-going, laid back, hopeful romantic type of chick. I love love and am happier when in a good relationship. So whenever there's a chance to fall in love, a chance a relationship will work out, I chase that chance and do my level best to make it work. I fight for love, though I've grown skeptical of the notion that love always wins.
Being easy going and laid back means that I'm flexible enough to get along with pretty much everyone. I can be anyone's perfect girlfriend.
The trouble, precious universe, is that so far, I've not found a perfect boyfriend. You've done an incredible job at making each boyo better than the last. A little closer to everything I want. It's been quite clever of you to alternate them with lessons from the adorable badasses that have always caught my attention.
Thank you for the love and lessons of this last boyo who was both most of what I want and a good deal adorable badass. Thank you for the ... demonstration that my heart still works, still falls, still breaks, still heals. Thank you for the evidence that what I want may not come packaged as I expect and may actually eschew that entire wardrobe.
To add to my lengthy list of requirements, after this last year of dating, damage has been done and I need someone who will find me worth fighting for, and will make that effort. Because I am laying down my desire to fight, my desire to chase and my chameleon nature that blends with everyone.
Dear universe,
I want everything.
hugs and kisses,
liss.