How amazing is it that we get to pick the people we allow into our life? Let me tell you about a few of my choices….
I picked you because it was safe. I knew you would never hurt me with lies, other women, you would never hurt me with hands or words. You opened doors, complimented genuinely, brushed the hair off my face and most importantly, offered me the last bite of your food… most of the times.
I picked you because simply, I couldn’t do anything but think about you. Me someone who hates anything to do with numbers would count the hours until I’d see you again. you made this lazy woman feel energized, excited and loved. Even had me thinking of the future.
I picked you because there was none of that unnecessary and unsettling drama. You had this ability to balance me, give me order and calm me.
I picked you because it was just real, no stay up all night conversations about our fantasy life together, no butterflies. ..just real.
I picked you because you refused to let me be reticent. Wanting to hear me talk about the my favorite soap opera (General Hospital), work woes, food. No need for religion or politics…just wanted me to talk about anything.
Sounds great, right? But something was still missing – I’ve been lucky to have all these…but not quite lucky enough to have them all in one person.
Is it even possible?