I’ve had two loves in my life.
The first- a crazy love. The slash your tires kind of love.
The second- a whimsical love. The fairytale love.
I’ve been given a ring from each.
The first hurt.
The second broke me.
The idea of a third…terrifies me.
But I’m not scared anymore.
I finally know what I want.
I’m finally ready.
My next love- it will be a lasting love.
An understanding love.
A love where I can be me and only me & that will be ok.
It’s almost time.
Time for me to find my third love.
I’m a slow healer but it has taken me longer than I expected to heal from my second love.
I’m forever grateful that vanilla love is over and I can give myself to somebody real.
Somebody with depth.
Somebody who has invested the time in developing who they are.
Somebody filled with as much passion as I have.
My future somebody.
It’s hard to have faith.
Everyone around me-just playing the game.
But I know somebody worth while is out there.
Because I know myself.
I know who I am.
I know what I’ve done.
I know how I’ve acted.
But I know how I act now.
Now that I am ready.
Not settling for anything less than what I want.
I know my worth.
Craving something more.
Something more than I’ve ever had before.
A connection like I’ve never had before.
I’ve been dreaming about it…almost every single night.
Something I’ve never experienced before in real life.
But in my dreams-it’s amazing.
It’s filled with passion.
It will come.
& when it does….
I’ll be ready.