Romantic optimismAfter all that whirlwind of sudden clarity, acceptance and release, I find myself sitting in front of my notebook computer with feelings of bittersweet nostalgia. Of what it was like to be loved (romantically) and love. To care so much about the person that their achievements feel like yours, and their disappointments, heart-breaking. For sure, I feel that about my family and closest friends but there is something about a significant other that fulfills the rest of desires that the other people in your life can't. The word, 'desire' seems a bit wrong, even rather selfish. I am stumbling to find the right word. I don't really want to say, "completes me" (hello 'I-don't-believe-in-psychiatry' Tom) because you are supposed to be your own person, on your own two feet. And I've grown into my own, especially during the last couple of years.
There's this guy I know who has a dating MO: he gets to know the girl really intimately, pays her lots of attention and once he's confirmed that she's fallen for him, he dates her for a while only to get bored and dumps her completely. He gets irritated when they contact him afterwards. Repeats cycle with new girl.
It's a harsh lesson but sometimes, you are just the 'skirt'.
But somewhere out there, there's a guy who's willing to treat me more than just a skirt. And he's searching for me now (I admit, I'm a romantic!!). Well, I'd see where this path I've chosen would lead me. If it's meant to be...