On Fairytales and the Human Heart

I may believe in fairytales but I'm not a dreamer.
When did believing in true love become such an oddity? 
And why?


17years now and I still know he's out there. I have no proof of this. I have dated no one. The few guys I have liked, they have never known. The few that have liked me, it could never be.


But still I'm sure


I believe this not because of some out-of-touch sense of destiny, or some belief that one day he'll appear on my doorstep and it'll be happily ever after.


I believe this because, i'll make it happen.
And by that, I don't just mean that I'll do all the work. Instead, I'll find the guy who wants it too. The guy whose willing to make it work.


And I'll give him a love without games. I'll be myself knowing that that should be enough- because I know what I am worth. 


But most of all, I'll pray.


I think alot of times, we forget the beauty of loving freely, no holding back. I want that, and I know somewhere, he wants it too.

We'll make our own fairytale

Sincerely,
Cathy