In my last blog, I described what I would need in a significant other, but the sad part is: I may have already found her.
A girl that I can tell anything, judgement-free, one that challenges me intellectually, who can make me laugh until I cry, or smile against my will.
She truly understands me. The real me.
She's different- in every way. She swims against the current, in fact, she's in a different river altogether- my kind of girl.
She's special, and must know it- but she acts as if she doesn't. She acts like she's a normal girl, while being so different- and it's because she's perfect. No one else quite measures up with her. She's an entity all of her own. She brightens up a room when she walks in, and you can't help but love her.
So why not tell her?
Because if there is any possibility of sacrificing what already is, there is no way I would take that chance.
She is just that important.
So, where does it go from here?
I don't know. And that's the beauty of it all. I guess if it's meant to be, with a little patience, things could work out.
But it would be worth waiting an entire lifetime. For her.
I would say that you mean the world to me, love, but I'm afraid the world doesn't mean much to me anymore. But you always will.