So it's early in the morning and sleep has evaded me once again. So left with nothing better to do with my restless mind, I write. I wonder is there a person for us all? Or is that what people say because they have hope? Maybe, just maybe we search in vain for "The One". Does that person exsist?
Everything seems right. Your love begins to grow and your walls slowly crumble. You trust in things you said you never would, your vulnerable. In their arms you feel safe and warm. They have a kiss that takes your breath away. You admire their strength and lift up their weakness, because to see them fall would hurt you as well.
So tell me then how does this all change? Maybe our expectations are too high? But aren't we raised to hold them high? Never settle for less is what I've been told. So where exactly did I go wrong?
Selfish lies, and sinful pleasures. Most are guilty of both... But to determine the way we love is ultimately our choice. Honesty and tenderness is not as hard as we tend to make it. My goal, is to change the way I love in hopes to be loved back the same...
So I say to my friends, love the way you wish to be loved or don't do it at all....If love is not a need then be honest. Dont give false hope to a heart that may not be able to take one more break.?
