I don't want him to "take care of me."
I don't want him to shower me with gifts.
I don't want him to buy me expensive chocolate.
I don't want him to treat me like a princess.
I don't want him to constantly tell me he loves me.
I don't want him to give me flowers.
I don't want him to try to change for me.
I don't want him to call me Cutie.
I want him to be my best friend.
I want him to split the bill with me.
I want him to share some common interests with me.
I want him to know that I make him feel good about himself.
I want him to accept me for who I am.
I want him to laugh at my absurd jokes.
I want him to know that I love him.
I want him to call me by my real name.
Today I might be single. Tomorrow will probably be the same.
But that doesn't mean I'm ugly. It just means I'm busy.
I'm a confident individual. It will happen soon.
Right now, I'm just trying to find where I fit in.
I hate Valentine's Day. I hope he does, too.
I don't like how we're expected to fit a "mold."
Holidays are like that for a lot of people.
Some people just get hit harder than others.
If you get flowers and chocolate, that's a wonderful feeling.
Some enjoy it. Others don't.
And I don't want to wear a crown on my head.
Again, personal preferences.
If you love yourself, then everyone else will love you, too.
And that is how you find your future boyfriend.
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