Sunday, July 29, 2012

PERSONAL/ LOVE LETTER: LIKE MARY POPPINS....WONDERFUL IN EVERY WAY

You know what I want more than anything in the world right now? To talk to you, to be with you, this very instant. I want to sit across from you Indian style and look into your eyes and see for myself exactly how they change color in the light. I want to hold your hand in the palm of mine, and trace every line with my fingertips. I've been thinking a lot lately about taking chances. and how it's really just about overcoming your fears. Because the truth is, every time you take a big risk in your life, no matter how it ends up, you're always glad you took it. To be loved. To know that there is someone out there who would give their all to only be with you, someone more than willing to share their world with you. Someone who will take your hand and hold it, and never ever would they let it go, never would they want to let you go. Someone who holds you in their arms, someone who tells you she's holding her whole entire world there at that very moment. A person who will love you with their all. To love and be loved, that is something I wish for.

Fallining in love to me means that a woman can speak to my heart and soul and take me into her heart and want to treasure me. She knows the worth and value of who I am as a person,she knows that I'm the most precious find she'll ever find here on earth that means something.IWhen I think about my future and who I’d want to have by my side for the rest of my life, I like to think about the forever part. Can I stare at her face forever? Do I want to go out to eat with her…forever?I’m picturing Mary Poppins with her magical tape measure and when she measures herself, it says–Mary Poppins, wonderful in every way. My tape measure would say, Forever—you sure you want to stick with this one?

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