It is so rare, that I find a man that I think is worthy of my love and devotion. My standards so critical and high. To be what I deem a good man, while also being a man that I could easily love. How easy it is to make them laugh. The ease with which we enjoy each other’s company.

This rarity of such a male. And despite them being such a dream to me, they never seem to be all that interested in me.

Not like that anyway.

It’s easy to romanticize the unknown. To forget that love is simply not enough. That you don’t know a person’s ability to resolve conflict when the inevitable feelings that go hand in hand with love arise.

No relationship is without conflict.

But how I wish they’d give me a chance.

My Pisces moon hiding in my soft part of my soul. Still wishing and hoping. The bleeding heart.