I’ve been asking myself lately why oh why can’t you just step out from wherever you’re hiding and take me far away into the sunset. For some indigestible reason, all I’ve been attracting are the wrong men! Well, I decide they were the wrong ones because they did not give me those rapid heart palpitations that I am supposed to feel when you are near, and they did not make me smile for no apparent reason. There was only bile rising on my throat and the sinking sensation in the gut upon the realization that, over and over again, it wasn't YOU who came near me.
There’s never been chemistry. I could not hear angels sing in their presence, and looking at them (or their pictures) did not make my heart leap, and I wasn’t at loss for words ever. They did not make me feel melting like butter, nor they inspired a poem or two. Nobody could even grab my attention, much less keep it. Nobody has inspired me to sing in the shower.
There’s never been chemistry. I could not hear angels sing in their presence, and looking at them (or their pictures) did not make my heart leap, and I wasn’t at loss for words ever. They did not make me feel melting like butter, nor they inspired a poem or two. Nobody could even grab my attention, much less keep it. Nobody has inspired me to sing in the shower.
And I have felt this a thousand times already, but this time I’ll say it: Attention from the ones you decide are wrong for you is probably one of the most vomit-inducing things on earth! Okay, probably I am being overly dramatic again but really, it’s like the ground opening up to swallow you whole and putting an end to your existence. I feel like I had an invisible sign plastered on my forehead that says something like "Normalcy Not Required" or "Opportunistic, Lying, and Manipulating Sex Predators Welcome". Or maybe it says "DOM Only". Being a trouble magnet had never been so unbearable!
Where are you as I write this? I know that I should be patient, and that we’ll meet at the right time, but I just really want to let you know that today, I think of you more intensely than I did the last few days. I don’t want to doubt your existence, but I can’t wait for you to rescue me from these deranged bestial freaks! Okay, I should be stable in many aspects first, of course, so I’d deserve you, but you can’t keep a girl from hoping. And though I am a work in progress right now (or under construction), like any other girl, I dream of meeting my Prince Charming, finally to keep the wrong ones at bay, for good. :(
Still waiting...
Still waiting...
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