A few weeks ago I was on a rooftop with someone dear to me & a woman in a cafe started singing this. So we danced. And for one moment it was wonderful, even though it was nothing but a moment.
I oftentimes find myself wondering now if I will ever find the right man who will love me unconditionally and.. well deal with the fact that I’m not perfect. I thought I found that man a few times.
Perhaps I really had found him.
Or perhaps it was a mirage.
I always seem to hold onto the ones that people seem to tell me I should let go. I don’t believe in hopeless causes. I… I’m realizing by the small things that people do, that I’m worth more than I gave myself credit for. This is not to say that I think I am better than anyone else. It is simply saying… I’ve learned that I am capable of receiving some amazing acts of devotion from all of my relationships- which are happily reciprocated in the ways that I can.
I think it’s easy to forget just how much those little things mean. It’s ironic because the very acts are simple in it of themselves.
Perhaps it’s why I love sending postcards so much.
Or smiling at everyone I see.
If it makes their day even remotely as much as it makes mine when I receive one, then I’m doing alright.
Are chivalry and romance really dead or is it just hibernating? Believe it or not, it exists here in LA.
I’ve been very fortunate. I’ve experienced a spectrum of emotions.
- I’ve gone on terrible dates.
- I’ve gone on absolutely AMAZING dates.
- I’ve been a spoiled brat.
- I’ve been happily poor and just warm enough with love.
When will that man that’s strong enough step forward and show it?
Probably when I say… I’m strong enough not to need one either way. But damn it would be amazing to have a partner in crime sometimes.
I am an Enigma 