I want heat.
I want romance.
I want that “I can’t breath when I think about him” feeling.
I find myself envious of people who seem to fall in love at the drop of a hat,
Jealous of women who inspire corny love songs and googly eyed men.
I want poetry and roses.
I just don’t think that this is my lot in life.
It’s not a matter of me feeling worthy or not.
I just think that I have so many other wonderful things in life that
Romance and heat and being in love would be overload.
It’s like, I am not fated to be blonde or tall.
I am not fated to have that “one true love” that all consuming passion.
I just wish that I wasn’t constantly reminded of my fate.
4 comments:
To compare you to angel would surely be an insult for there is no angel in Heaven above nor on this Earth below to match your beauty....
You stated a need for poetry... I obliged just 'cuz I'm a nice guy like that....
Oh sweetie......
I don't believe this
But I do...why else would some people have all this and other's not?
Karma, fate, destiny.
I don't think that everyone is destined to have this kind of love.
It's like not every one is going to be a parent or a millionaire.
You just need to accept your fate and move on with life.
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