[maybe one day.]

Maybe one day it’ll all happen for me; I’ll be dressed up in a flowing white dress being walked down the aisle by my Daddy.

Maybe one day I’ll be able to go through the painstaking process of planning a day that I’ll hold close to my heart for all eternity; a day that no one will ever forget.

Tomorrow I turn thirty. I haven’t accomplished a tenth of the things I had hoped I would by this age. I do have my beautiful daughter, but I don’t have that solid companionship. My daughter of course means the world to me, but lets face it, no one wants to live life alone or die alone.

Maybe one day a man will find me who will undoubtedly appreciate everything about me, my faults, my generosity, my love…..

me.

You see the problem lies therein. I seem to attract the man who of course is a good looking man, but typically a misogynistic cheater who loves me to a degree. A man who loves me because he might feel like he HAS to because of the good I’ve done in his life.

And here’s where I make my mistake, I love them. I love them with 100% of me.

Loving someone shouldn’t be emotionally draining nor should it be that trust is having to be rebuilt due to lapses in judgments and mistakes made.

To all of my exes: one day you’ll look back and see just how much of a keeper I really am. By then, it’ll be too late.

That said, one day I’ll be romantically proposed to because there is someone out there who genuinely will want to spend his whole life with me…and only

ME.

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