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I have the attention span of a toddler and a memory span of a 90 year-old all conveniently (dis)arranged in a 17-year-old wreck of a soul. I am not a noun. I seem to be a verb, an evolutionary process, an integral function of the universe. I’m simply a human fill-in-the-blank.
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Dear future “special someone”,
Every aspect of my life is nothing less than complicated. Even trying to explain why it’s that way now is complicated. My life is so chaotic right now it’s probably better that I haven’t found you yet or maybe I have we just haven’t realized everything yet. Just so you know, it’s only going to get a little more busier than it is right now. But here’s something that won’t be complicated, my relationship with you. I want you to be what takes me away from my complicated life. I want you to be the one who makes everything positive. I want you to be the one who makes me feel better after dealing with everything. I want you to be the one who knows that I need to loosen up and we’ll have these unplanned and spontaneous getaways.
I know that I’m a lot to handle. I’m dealing with so much right now and I’ve been broken for a long time now but I’m not asking you to fix me. I don’t want you to but there’s a hole in my heart that I know you will someday fill. So, take your time. I have a lot going on right now and I need to get my shit together before I decide to share my life with you.
In some ways, I feel like I’ll never find you, that you’re just a hopeless dream, a fantasy in the back of my mind, constantly reminding me that I can’t have someone to love. But the other side persuades the rest of me to continue believing in you. Believing that some day, we will find each other. And then I’ll be yours- truly, completely yours.
I will hold you one day, I will feel your head nestled in my neck, your smell will always linger upon me, I’ll hold your hands, and taste your lips. We will cuddle and look into each others eyes and I will feel at home for the first time. Maybe once we’re together I can fall asleep to the sound of your heartbeat and you breathing. That will be sweeter than any sound of music that I listen to.
