10.30.07
love stories and others
I really wonder where those love story writers get their inspiration. For one, what just happened to me is enough to make me believe that those kind of stories do not exist in real life. They are just there to make me fall in love and desperately hope that I would soon find a man with the likes of Noah Calhoun and Landon Carter. At the moment, I find it much easier to hope for nothing than to imagine myself falling in love with the world of lies and fantasies.
I am here to accept that the man of my dreams will always be of my dreams. And that will keep my doors closed in the meantime. Hey, Ma’am, I would not buy the idea of trial-and-error because I am never the kind of girl you would woo for trial-and-error. Once and for all, I would always value honesty and honor.
To the man of my dreams, just keep on reading me. Read me and you’ll get a piece of my soul.
After all, the man of my dreams would always be the one who would take time and effort to know me, and I would just do the same for him. The man of my dreams would not wait until I tell him that I need someone to listen but would always do listen regardless of what time of the day it is.
The man of my dreams would make promises he would not break but fulfill.
For one more time let me say, "Seduce my mind and you can have my body; find my soul and I’m yours forever."
