The older I get, the more I realize how difficult of a person I am to love, let alone tolerate. My mind seems to operate off of a dozen different tangents – all of which seem to have found homes on different planets. My heart is restless, but my potential is inconsistent. My mind is determined, but my confidence is volatile. As soon as I believe that I am ready to love, my heartbeat changes its pattern. As soon as I am ready to take the risk, my mind tells me to “wait a little longer”. I, of all people, yearn to believe that I possess the kind of love that is nothing short of one in a billion. In literal terms, that would be the kind of love you’d only find amongst a handful of people on this earth. I want nothing short of the possession of this kind of love tucked inside my heart. And I want nothing more than to place it in the power of your hands.
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