I Know

I want a love that’s mine. Completely mine. I don’t want remnants of relationships past. I don’t want the ghost of a man trying to run away from those he previously ran away from.

I want my love to count. I want my thoughts to matter, even when it doesn’t agree with his, even if our views oppose. I want someone who listens, not just hears what he wants to hear, not someone who only wants the positive and refuses to hear the negative.

I want a burning love, passionate for my soul as only a true love can be. I want silences to speak and eyes to understand. I want kisses that can’t stop because it’s the line to life and living.

I want an honest love. I want my lips on his body to be the one that drives him crazy, not the imaginings of someone else. I want my kiss to be the one that he craves and not the one from the face in his mind. I want my skin to be the one he touches when his eyes are closed, not another’s.

I want a love that matters truly and not just for show. I want words that drip with sincerity, not just rehashed from the past. I want a life of love, not an escape from his reality.

I want someone who realizes my worth, me as I am. No ifs, no buts, no if onlys. I want someone who touches my being, as I know and ache for his.

I want someone who sees me not as an option but as a preference. I don’t want someone who is waiting for me to show enough reason for him to leave someone else. I want someone who chooses ME.

He is out there, I know.