Love, Et Al.

It's been a weird couple of days. I have this pervasive feeling that I'm missing out on something wonderful. Something that's rightfully mine. All because I've chosen to settle.

As far back as I can remember, I've been settling when it comes to relationships. I've never really taken the time to step back and consider what I was getting myself into. So it's been one disastrous relationship after the other. I can admit that now. I was never happy with any one of them.

Anyway, I've been dreaming about Mr. Right for the last couple of weeks now. Only, I haven't got a face. Just the totality of him. But the dreams are so vivid. So... real. Like, all I have to do to turn them into reality is wake up and make the conscious effort of getting myself ready for when he decides to come into my life. Does that make sense?

I know that sounds so... passive or naive but what I am is hopeful.

Gah. I blame Edward, Josh and Richard. They will be the death of me yet.