Hopeless Romantic Is An Oxymoron
Someday he will come to me. The one that truly is my equal, one who will love me as much as I love him, give as much as I give, and in my arms will feel like the one that belongs. I get scared that I found that person and in my folly let him go. I feel bad sometimes for the person I am with because I don't know if anyone will ever be able to live up to the expectations I put upon my love. Though I feel that being with someone that is kind and never makes me feel less worthy than my true worth is not too much to ask. I an not particularly needy, nor jealous. I am attentive, yet, not overly so. I am Me, and I hope someday someone will fully appreciate the beauty in this.