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That “fuzzy feeling”

To all the girls out there – everyone – those who are in love, looking for love or falling out of love. For there can be no 4th category. Most of us are a species that easily believes, easily loves and sometimes just as easily fights for love.

I am not a pessimist or a cynic. I am you. I want to remember that I should choose someone worthy of my love. I need to drive away the fear of being alone. Tell society to screw itself. I need to keep hope alive that someday the right person will come along. And he will treat me well. He will hold me when I’m weak, hug me when I’m cold and laugh with me when I’m silly. He will understand all my faults, for there are many. He will know how lucky he is to have me. Me, for my compassion. Me, for my support. Me, for my love. He will wake up each day willing to fight to be with me. He will not hesitate to defend me or ask for my help. He will not let anyone get in our way. For it is our path to walk. Our life to lead. Our children to raise. Our love to protect.


Many times before we find this, we will fall. We will fail. The world will come crashing down about us. There will be long winters and lonely nights. But in the pervading darkness, I want to remember – at this time, if he isn’t by my side, then I am better off without him. In time, memories will fade. Time will heal. Life will go on. I wont let it go by. 
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