Sun, May. 5
... When Cinderella meets the man of her dreams
Everyone wants to be part of a fairy tale. Everyone wants that story to be true--wants the princess to meet Prince Charming, the beautiful wedding, the ride into the sunset... but most of all, everyone wants to be significant.
I want to be desired; I want to be important enough that someone will pursue me without regard to what I can do. Just because of who I am. Just because I'm me, and for them, that's worth it. I'm worth chasing, just because of who I am, not because of what I do, or anything other than who I am. I don't want to be loved because of what I can do for you, or what kind of status I give you, or how you feel when you're with me.
Unfortunately, humans are flawed, and I don't love you that way, and you don't love me that way. It's just a fact. I love you--whoever "you" may be--only for who you are. I love you partly for what you can do for me, and what you bring to my life. And that's not a bad thing; that's the way we are. That's the way we were made. We can't love someone only for who they are. We can't pursue someone simply for the sake of pursuing them.
I don't know where this is going... I'm just along for the ride. I just want my fairy tale to come to life. And of course, part of it is in a romantic sense, but that's not all it is. It's not just about finding a guy, although that would be incredibly nice right now. It's not just about the romantic love, it's about love. All love. Friends, God, family, romance... all of it.
This is starting to sound really, really redundant. I'm not going anywhere with this entry... just ranting. Just venting. Although I'm not 100% sure what I'm venting about... I mean, it's not like I was even in a weird mood to need to start venting. I'm just...
infinite || abyss
posted at 3:37 p.m.
