“I am looking for love. Real love. Ridiculous, inconvenient, consuming, can’t-live-without-each-other love.”
I must admit, the non romantic-logical part of me, has been polished throughout time. I am finally able (with heart-aching, craving-necessity to see him) to put my priorities back in to perspective. After my disappointments slap me back to reality, I no longer (with some often slip ups) push my schedule, plans, and obligations aside to be with him.. However, I am not sure, is this something to be proud of?