when i used to imagine the perfect romance i left out some very important details.
i forgot to think beyond the initial thrall and drama. for some reason i never got to the ever after.
my one true love would be like me but a polar opposite acting in accordance with the scenario of the day.
i want a tough man. tougher than me. that would be akin to godzilla times three.
I want him to read me like i read others. no one has to tell me what you’re feeling. it’s obvious. i want to be known… and not in the biblical sense alone.
i want him to be man enough to kick my ass (metaphorically) if i need it… before he’s ready to kill me.
yes, I’m a shrew but only when i don’t feel loved by the one who should love me above all others save god.
i will build the vision and the one, my true love, will come… in more ways than i ever before imagined.