Sunday, March 18, 2007
{ 9:16 PM }
Just realised how wrong the title sounded. But no, it's no where near kinky. There are approximately 6.5 billion people in this world.
My mother told me that the most important thing in life is to find someone who loves you.
Oh, wait....
I told my self that the most important thing in life is to find someone who loves me. To filter, from the 6,525,170,264 (estimated June, 2006), to ONE single individual who will love me whole heartedly, endlessly, forever and ever.
I think I've passed the 'forever and ever' stage, but I would still like to believe it exists, cut me some slack, I'm idealistic and naive that way.
Someone who will
love me even if I turn 20 kilos overweight, who will tolerate my feminine indecisiveness, who will love me even if i don't have Gisele's body, who will tolerate my shopping (note: he doesn't have to support my shopping, just tolerate it, but if he's willing no one's stopping him), who will ask for my opinion, who will tolerate my sudden outbursts of temper flares, who will make me feel like the only person in the world worth doing anything for, who basically, cannot live without me.
Call it luck, but I've met two. Now, what?
Fuck.