PERSONAL: WOULD YOU SAVE MY SOUL TONIGHT

I  believe that out of the blue, someone can just walk into your life, and make you realize why things never worked out with anyone else. And this is the person I was meant to be with... forever. Strangers are but a mere accident away from being profound lovers,.Everyone is finding it hard to find the right one The irony in it is that everyone thinks what they're going through is harder than what you are. Life isn't about surviving these things, it's about understanding this- We are all struggling.


When I was young, I used to think I was the weirdest person in the world. But then I thought there are so many people in the world, there must be someone else out there who felt the same as me. Maybe that person might be out there wondering about me too? Well, I hope that if you are out there and read this... just know, that yes, it’s true I’m here and we're both weirdos

Love is something a lot more than to sleep with someone else, more than just to talk with that person. It’s to think of that person, wanting them to be happy, to wish them well, to care about them, showing consideration, listening when they are happy or when they're sad, encouraging, it is to show your love, to make that someone feel special, it is always waiting to hear their voice, keeping them in your mind, in your thoughts, and in your heart

The ache for "home" lives inside all of us, to be able to return to our safe place and not have to be stressed and burdeoned by the world. Home is where you are.Some people live in a bitter, angry, hate-filled world.
Some people living in a friendly, caring, love-filled world.Same world. but I want to find a woman who lives in the second world..Most people do not know how to love anymore. They don't know how to give it, or worse, even how to receive it. They have been so hurt, that they have put up walls to protect themselves, but at the same time, these walls have shut out the people that love them.


I want someone to love me for me, faults and all. Someone who cant fall asleep without being her last call. Someone who wants to be my last goodnight and my first hello. Someone who will hold my hand and not let it go. Someone who means it when she says, 'I will leave you never.'
Someone who looks into my eyes and sees her... Forever

I have reached the point in my life where I let my heart choose which paths to follow. I don't do this blindly. I take the time to think about it; about whether the path itself has a heart. Is it a good heart? Is it one of God's paths? If not, the path is of no use to me. But if it is a good path with a good heart, I will follow it to its end... excited, in awe, breathless

I need, therefore I dream. I take risks and sometimes I am hurt. But without risks there is no life. I have a history. We all have a history. I write to struggle against my silence. We all have the basic need and desire to be heard and understood.