Someday

I'm slowing coming to the realization that I could care less about boys. I know, I know, it took me long enough. After spending so much time dwelling on my loneliness, I'm finally sick of it. 

Someday I will find the man who will love me unconditionally, who will lose his breath when he sees me, who dreams about my smile, who's thoughts echo with my laughter, who prays for me every night, who sees me, really sees me. 

Someday I will find the man who I will love unconditionally, who will take my breath away, who haunts my dreams, who's eyes make me weak, who I will pray for every night, who I will see, really see.

Until then I refuse to be defined by my singleness. I refuse to change myself in the meantime. I refuse to act like all those other girls and flirt shamelessly. I refuse to be anyone but myself. 

I've been thinking about all those girls who throw themselves at boys and how ridiculous they look. What do they think they're achieving? I know what they're achieving. They're gettting boys hopes up, boys they have no interest in. If flirting makes girls feel better about themselves and more loved, then that's fine. That's not for me. I have no interest in having several boys looking at me at all times. I just need the one. I'm going to find a guy who respects me; especially for the fact that I won't throw myself at him.