I may believe in fairytales but I'm not a dreamer.
When did believing in true love become such an oddity?
And why?
17years now and I still know he's out there. I have no proof of this. I have dated no one. The few guys I have liked, they have never known. The few that have liked me, it could never be.
But still I'm sure
I believe this not because of some out-of-touch sense of destiny, or some belief that one day he'll appear on my doorstep and it'll be happily ever after.
I believe this because, i'll make it happen.
And by that, I don't just mean that I'll do all the work. Instead, I'll find the guy who wants it too. The guy whose willing to make it work.
And I'll give him a love without games. I'll be myself knowing that that should be enough- because I know what I am worth.
But most of all, I'll pray.
I think alot of times, we forget the beauty of loving freely, no holding back. I want that, and I know somewhere, he wants it too.
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| We'll make our own fairytale |
Cathy
