George Bernard Shaw once wrote; "There are two tragedies in life: one is to lose your heart's desire, the other is to gain it." As far as I’m concerned, Shaw was a punk! 'Cause you know what? Tragedies happen. What're you gonna do, give up? Quit? No. I realize now that when your heart breaks, you gotta fight like hell to make sure you’re still alive. 'Cause you are, and that pain you feel: it's life. The confusion and fear.. that's there to remind you that somewhere out there is something better. And that something is worth fighting for.

Monday, August 30, 2010

A girl can dream....


All I ever wanted was to be in a relationship, stable, with passion, love, truth.
With a guy that likes me for who I really I am. For the tomboy I don't really hide inside me. For someone who can stand beside me in a family dinner and can go head to head with my mother withour her making him feel small. Someone that has something to say, that can teach me things. Not someone that is afraid of my toughness, my stubborness. Someone that when we fight doesn't leave and slam the door behind him, but sticks with it to the end even if we bring down the house and forgives me if I'm wrong or acts like a puppy and comes crawling in my arms when he is. 
I don't care if he is tall or blond, tough or pretty, as long as he loves me. And cares for me. And is truthful to me. As long as he can hold me in his arms in a winter's day, lying on the bed. As long as he will come outside in a rainy day to dance along with me. Cause that's who I am. A child at heart. That when she sees it raining outside, she doesn't care and goes out to dance in the rain. That wants to laugh and make jokes. Do funny faces and make other people laugh.

I want the guy that will kiss me softly on the forehead or my arm. The one that will bring me a single white rose just because it's a Wednesday. The one that will take me to the beach in the winter to hold me in his arm and look the sky with me.  That one that when he'll ask me out he will take me to the cinemas for our first date. A funny guy, that when we walk at the beach he will grab me and carry me and throw me into the water just for the hell of it, because he knows  I m not the kind of girl that takes these stuff seriously. The one that will watch stupid girly movies with me and hold me when I cry, tough enough to let me know he is there, and he'll never leave me... no matter what.... And when he kisses me, he runs his fingers through my hair or holds my face so that i can't escape. And will ALWAYS hug me tight so that he won't lose me...


I know I ask too much.. But hey! A girl can dream....

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