I’m a hopeless romantic.
There is no doubt in my mind that pure, honest, respectful, selfless, and unconditional love exists. You know. The kind of love that’s easy, but not perfect. Comfortable, but not boring. Exciting, but not volatile. Yeah, all that good shit. It’s not an urban rom-com legend. I’ve seen it right before my very eyes, and am lucky to know two real life examples of it.
But.
I’m also realistic. While I believe the heart is too vast to explore by yourself, some still make the journey alone. And while I believe that there is someone out there for everyone, I can’t guarantee everyone gets to meet them.
Sometimes I get shit for being “picky.” Trust me, I’ve had less than the prototype. Other times complete strangers assume I’d settle for anything. Trust me, I could have that right now if I wanted to. I’ve never wanted from a man what I couldn’t offer him as well. I’ve never sought qualities that I didn’t already possess. And I don’t aim high unless I’m shooting from eye-level. Because I wouldn’t want to be in a relationship where I felt I had nothing to contribute.
“I’m a movement by myself, but I’m a force when we’re together. You make me better.”
More than loving your partner, love who you are when you are with your partner. All I ask is for someone to love me, as much as I love them.
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