PERSONAL/DATING: SOMETIMES YOU MEET SOMEONE

Sometimes you meet someone, and it’s so clear so immediately that the two of you, on some level, belong together. As lovers, or as friends, or as family, or as something entirely different. You just work, whether you’re in love or creating things together or foxhole buddies or partners in crime. It’s so clear, right off the bat, that this is what you’re supposed to be doing, that this is what you’re for. You meet these people throughout your life, out of nowhere, under the strangest of circumstances, and they help you make a life. I don’t know if that makes me believe in coincidence, or fate, or sheer blind luck, but. It definitely makes me believe in something.

My point is, there are a lot of people in the world. No one ever sees everything the same way you do; it just doesn’t happen. So when you find one person who gets a couple of things, especially if they’re important ones… you might as well hold on to them. You know? I want someone to fall in love with the way I laugh and the way I smile. I want someone to listen to the ramblings of my inner child.

I just want something beautiful. I wanna look in your eyes. I wanna listen to you sing my favorite song and cry. I wanna reach into your oceans. I wanna calm your sea and your storms. I wanna let you take a hold of this sinking ship and lead me home. I wanna pack up and move with you, and never look behind. I wanna take your hand as we chase down the skyline. I wanna tell you my stories, and wake you up in the middle of the night. I want you to tell me I’m wrong. And I just want you to smile at me when I’m right.


I always thought that there was this one perfect person for everybody in the world, you know, and when you found that person the rest of the world kind of magically faded away, and, you know, the two of you would just be inside this kind of protective bubble, but there is no bubble, I mean if there is you have to make it, I just think life is more than a series of moments, you know,we can make choices, and we can choose to protect the people we love, and that’s what makes us who we are and those are the real memories.

When you start to know someone, all their physical characteristics start to disappear. You begin to dwell in their energy, recognize the scent of their skin. You see only the essence of the person, not the shell. That’s why you can’t fall in love with beauty. You can lust after it, be infatuated by it, want to own it. You can love it with your eyes and your body but not your heart. And that’s why, when you really connect with a person’s inner self,any physical imperfections disappear, become irrelevant.

The greatest feeling in the world is to be around someone who wants to hold you, wants to kiss your forehead, wants to be around you, wants to call you at night, wants to see you smile. But I think what’s better than that is finding someone who does it all because she wants to see you happy.

It’s not about finding someone who won’t fight with you, or make you sad, or mad. It’s about finding the person who will still be standing there, wiping the tears away, holding you in their arms after a fight, and it’s about finding the one who will never leave, no matter how hard things get.

To be brave is to love someone unconditionally,  without expecting anything in return; to just give.  That takes courage, because we don’t want to fall on  our faces or leave ourselves open to hurt.I don’t pretend to know what love is for everyone, but I can tell you what it is for me. Love is knowing all about someone and still wanting to be with them more than any other person. Love is trusting them enough to tell them everything about yourself, including the things you may be ashamed of. Love is feeling comfortable and safe with someone, but still getting weak in the knees when they walk in a room and smile at you.

By some mischief of fate, we might only fall in love once. You know, that one great love old folks refer to. Many lovers may get into our lives, but there is only one person with that one smile, one kiss, one hug and one moment, that our hearts will never replace. That person, usually but sadly, is the one that got away. That’s why, after all the chips are down, we know, just know, that we’ll never fall in love that way again.

Maybe your first love is the one that sticks with you because it’s the only person who will ever receive all of you. After that, you learn better. But, most of all, no matter what, a piece of you forever remains left behind in the heart of the one you loved – a piece no future lover could ever get, no mater what. That piece holds innocence – the belief that love really can last forever. It holds friendship and pain, trial and error, that one kiss you’ll never forget and that night under the stars you can never get back. It holds youth and everything you thought love would be. Everything that was proven wrong.


PART 2


I want an honest relationship with someone who will be afraid losing me.I have a lot of love to give and I want to share it with a partner, who also has a lot of love to give. And we will have children with whom to also share our love.It's important to realize that we attract people at our common level

We all got issues. Nobody in the world is perfect. Wait, let me correct that: no one is perfect until we fall in love with them.I think I read that on a meme on some random person's Instagram, but am sure it was said by some love guru scholar-type person who will forever go uncredited on Twitter. But I digress You see, a year ago I was in love. Head over heels floating on air, smiling for no reason type of love. I thought my girlfriend was perfect. I would have done anything for her, and I was willing to work through any issue that would arise in our relationship. Unfortunately, she didn't feel the same way. So when she walked away, it hurt pretty damn bad! But I still believe in unconditional love.

I want a woman  to love me regardless of the dumb shit I do A woman who doesn't judge me when I get into bar fights. A woman who Just gives me some tender advice and nurses my wounds. A woman who takes down the info for me when I get into a car accident and helps me deal with the paper work. A woman who hands me the can when I spray paint my house.A woman who'll be there for me, even when my heart is tested with a woman from my past. Someone to let me go and be secure enough to swallow her hurt and be there for me when I remember why my past is my past. And as we know, with great love, all things are possible.