My
heart is not a fair-weather heart. It has crossed great oceans of loneliness;
it was built to outlast storms. I’m thinking if this should go on my
introduction on my dating profile. I long for the love that is founded on
desire and hope, a love that makes me certain that together we can truly do
anything, a love that even my own heart is jealous of. I want the kind of love
that makes me erases some of the self-doubt I have in my mind. I long for that
feeling of seeing the sun or a rainbow after a storm, the one that would give
me a sense of comfort, the feeling of being safe and sound.
I
need someone whom they can be themselves – all weird personalities. I need
someone whom they can joke around with during a long road trip, whom they would
play with in the supermarket, whom they want to drag to bed with, whom demand
for the kind of cute attention. I need someone whom they can be serious with,
too. I need someone whom they can talk to about anything under the sun – the
books we love, our deepest fears, or happiest and saddest experiences, the
other universes that may exist. I long for a best friend and a lover rolled
into one.
I
don’t want a perfect love, because perfect is boring. I want to always
be a love in progress, someone who would embrace each other uniqueness and
self-worth. I want someone who would look past our imperfections and still
choose each other.