I think we all just want to be wanted; need to wanted. I want someone to find me so significant that they show me what it means to be so in love. We all just want hope that we can endure our own epic love story. At least I do.
When does true love take over all subject matter? Is that merely a myth? Or does true love navigate your morality to do whatever you need in order to get that person? Do guys actually drive to your house with a boombox on their shoulders blasting your song? Do they show up randomly to give one single flower of your favorite to see you smile? Do they really grab you into a passionate kiss and you feel like you felt the Earth move? Does this love exist?
I wish and hope and wonder where these guys are. They are hidden and I am not looking very hard to find them. I am always the one in the chase. I deserve to be chased; I deserve to be wooed; I deserve to be swept off of my feet. I believe that one day that special guy will take my heart captive and I will be in love again. I'm counting on it... because I feel like I have lost my true ability to love. When our hearts are emotionally crippled do they ever become whole again? I think so. I think that true love mends all wounds.
And I am still sitting here waiting for my epic love, my epic love story, and my wounded heart to be made whole again.
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There are 6,471,818,671 people in the world. Some are running scared, some are coming home. Some tell lies to make it through the day, others are facing the truth. Some are evil men at war with good, and some are good, struggling with evil. 6 billion people in the world, 6 billion souls, and sometimes all you need is one.
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