Dear Love of Mine,
I do not believe in a love where that person is “perfect” for me. Why would anyone on Earth want someone “perfect?” That’s boring, plus I don’t believe there is such a thing as “perfect” in this world or any other. I want someone who is flawed and real like I am. I don’t need someone to complete me. I need a person who will accept me and be there with me. Not as my dream person but as themselves, the person who I need in my life. I like the simple things. I don’t need much to be kept happy. I won’t ask you to give me the world because that’s not within your reach(Even though I know you probably could do it if you tried.). I say this because I know you would never expect or ask this of me either. All I ask is for you to give me what you expect me to give you. Be frank about it. Don’t beat around the bushes. I hate that shit. I don’t need you to be in my life one hundred percent of the time. I have my life and you have yours. Go live it to the fullest. Just remember to keep me involved at least fifty percent(Or more if you so desire.) of the time. Be my…best friend. My snuggle buddie. My shoulder to lean on when I’m down and in need of comfort or support. Be my love. Be you. That is all I can ever really ask for. As long as we are generally having a fun time and continue to laugh and love together then I will be fine. I don’t need to see you 24/7 or a date everyday or week. Just see me now and then. And when you do… Just whisk me into your arms and hold me tight. Kiss me until I’m stupid. Never let go. Sweep me off my feet until my thoughts are poisoned and my senses intoxicated by you. I don’t even expect or want marriage let alone children. I don’t need to see a rock on my left ring finger or a piece of paper to tell me that you will continue to love me. I will continue to trust you so long as I love you. That’s how I am. Just stay by my side and come see the world with me. Lets laugh, love, see, eat, and make beautiful memories together all around the world. Grow old with me. They say home is where the heart is so if my heart is always with you, you must be my home.
That’s the kind of love that I want for myself from you. Now tell me what kind of love you want from me.
Love,
Your Love
I don’t expect anyone to see or feel the same way as I do. Nor would anyone have to understand it. I’m just throwing it out there as to what kind of love I want. Perhaps that’s asking for too much but sometimes I think I rather be open and honest about what I want than to keep it to myself.
by aktang