I'm not picky. I'm not the girl who has a list of 100 things a man must have in order to be "my type." I don't read relationship self-help books nor have I been fully baptized into Steve Harvey's theories in his book "Act Like A Woman, Think Like A Man." I'm simple, low-maintenance and believe it's the little things in life that fulfill us. I like most sports, namely football and all types of music. I sound pretty cool, right? Lol. I think so!
The above sounds like a well-written and convincing profile on match.com so I'll wrap it up.
Love is simple and complex; bitter and sweet; beautifully complicated. It makes you fearful and happy all in one breath. It can make you want to go slow and speed up at the same time. The very core of it makes your heart beat a million times fast while trying to relish slowly in the moment.
I often ask myself if I'm really ready for all that.
Love defined can be found in any bible, New Testament:
"Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not proud, it is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always preserves."
I've come to know and understand that you should never ask of someone what you are not willing to do or be yourself. I also believe that you attract the person you are. People want it but can't be it. The can dish it but can't take it. Can I be patient and kind? Can I forgive, dismiss pride? Can I trust? I'd like to think so. I've done it before. I've also been hurt before. I've let down my guard, sometimes quickly, other times slowly, and still been hurt. And, yup, I've been bitter, writing off love as an unattainable fairy tale that only some are destined to reach. But isn't it funny how after the bitter phase is over, we still long for the feeling of being loved? We erase from our minds the gut-wrenching emptiness we feel when someone we loved has hurt us and fully download to our memories the climactic feeling we lavished in when it was all good.
I have found myself there lately, longing for the feeling I see in the faces of my girlfriends as they walk down the aisle to meet their groom. I'm excited about the day God's grace will shine upon me so favorably that I'll blink a million and one times to force back the tears. Until that time, I'll love God first, knowing he is the true center of my joy, unmistakably able to fill me up like no man can or will. I'll let Him be my Lord AND Savior, guiding me and correcting along the way until He's found one suitable for me. Please God, hurry up! Lol. Tonight, I'll pray for patience... ;)
Today's reflection: Anxious
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