I'm not a silly romantic. I’m not looking for the heavens or the stars. I’m not asking for jewelry and branded items. I want a steady, God-fearing man; someone who makes me feel safe and secure. A man of his word, with a kind and loving heart. Someone who loves me and accepts me for who I am. Someone who will be a good and loving father to our kids. Someone who cares. I want to know that my heart is safe. I want to love, and be loved.
Maybe this is wishful thinking, probably mindless dreaming.
-Back to December, Taylor Swift
For some reason, that phrase keeps floating around in my head. Yeah, maybe I'm dreaming too much. Maybe I should come back to reality. So many people are telling me that no such guy exists, except probably in my imagination. Perhaps, they're right. I don't know. But a part of me believes that there are still good guys out there. Not all good guys are married, buried, gay, or just friends. I want love and security, but I'm afraid of the hurt it will bring if it doesn't work out. That's why my status is single, but not necessarily available.
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