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Something True I think I always wanted love to prove me wrong in the end. See, I’m pretty cynical. I’m skeptical. I don’t believe in love at first sight and I don’t think there is only one person in this world for each and every one of us. I don’t believe that there’s someone out there waiting for me, expecting me, looking for the right moment to rush into my life at full speed and rescue me. To fix me. To make me a better person. Maybe I was never comfortable not knowing where exactly I was going. I prodded at things until they ignited, I added fuel to the fire until it all crashed and burned. I saw the end long before it came. I loved long and hard, and short and heated, but I never found the feeling I’d been looking for. That others described but that I could never really relate to. But I’m hopeful. I’m adaptive. I believe that you can meet someone and instantly know that this person will play a bigger role in your life. That you look at them and feel your heart rush into your throat and you know, oh you know, that this is going to be new and exciting and beautiful, no matter how long it lasts. I believe that some souls respond to ours in kind and that we will run into these people we are supposed to meet, no matter which way we choose to go. Perhaps I even have to admit that I believe that there’s someone out there waiting for me, expecting me, who can’t wait to finally meet me. I still want love to prove me wrong. I’m waiting for it to knock me off my feet, to make me believe in all the things I called silly before, to show me things I’ve never seen before. To be honest, I’m simply waiting for somebody to come along who takes all of my beliefs and breaks them apart piece by piece *Unknown  "Men need to hunt. She obviously understands this. She’s offering herself as prey. Not easy prey. But willing.” |
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You can never tell where love will come from. Sometimes it's the least expected, the one that's not your picture of ideal. But there's something, that pulls you, makes you forget your ideal and see a new ideal that you never dreamed of, never expected to fall into your lap. "Men need to hunt. She obviously understands this. She’s offering herself as prey. Not easy prey. But willing.”
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I can relate to this in so many ways   "Men need to hunt. She obviously understands this. She’s offering herself as prey. Not easy prey. But willing.”
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Your willingness to wait shows the value you place on the object you're waiting for . . . If you believe, that what you seek is seeking you. "Men need to hunt. She obviously understands this. She’s offering herself as prey. Not easy prey. But willing.”
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I agree wholeheartedly. Thanks for taking the time to share that with me, my friend. "Men need to hunt. She obviously understands this. She’s offering herself as prey. Not easy prey. But willing.”
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And you, mine. xx "Men need to hunt. She obviously understands this. She’s offering herself as prey. Not easy prey. But willing.”
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it seems to me that in the act of submission, there's a brilliant, intense, ephemeral love. It may soon fade, but is very real while it exists.
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Ooof.
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You can never tell where love will come from. Sometimes it's the least expected, the one that's not your picture of ideal. But there's something, that pulls you, makes you forget your ideal and see a new ideal that you never dreamed of, never expected to fall into your lap.
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I can relate to this in so many ways
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8/21/2022 7:42 am |
Interesting pic anyway
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everything & anything is possible!
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To be honest, I’m simply waiting for somebody to come along who takes all of my beliefs and breaks them apart piece by piece...I get it... When the truth is found to be lies, and all of the joy within you dies...
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8/21/2022 4:50 am |
Your willingness to wait shows the value you place on the object you're waiting for . . . If you believe, that what you seek is seeking you.
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8/21/2022 2:30 am |
I always wondered what the rest of you looked like.
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You writ very well and u have raigh
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"Men need to hunt. She obviously understands this. She’s offering herself as prey. Not easy prey. But willing.”
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