I may not be one to talk about this, but I’m excited for a real relationship. Emphasis on real. I’m tired of the whole, “boys will be boys” excuse; it ain’t cute anymore. Boys tire the crap outta me. Not being arrogant, but I’ve constantly surrounded myself with guys. I used to pride myself in that fact. Used to. TRUST— I was so dang tired of girls. Girls caused so much drama for me. Too much, but now I’m considering a Girls Night Out. I gotta give the guys props though. I enjoy having them open the door for me (when they do, of course. Sometimes, I’ll have to hold it open & wonder if the thought slipped their mind), I enjoy their huge warm hugs, I enjoy the awkward moments because they never really are. Except, you know when things just don’t work out? Oh, I know you know. Always makes me wonder— who’s trippin’? Usually I’ll say that both sides are at fault, but I can’t assume that for him. It’s mine. I was never ready for anything, & I’m still not ready for it (although many times, I really wish I were). My mind’s gotta be focused on my Best Friend & it’s not. My life’s gotta be a walking light, not only to myself, but to others, & it’s not.
In my last Tumblr post, I shared that my aunt met my uncle at 19. They’re happily married & their son is graduating from high school. That’s crazy! I’m 19 now. What an eyeopener. Things are so much different now.
Dang, I’m excited about a real relationship. Real love, that’s what I’m talking about. I’m talking about, honestly feeling that you’ll be with this person for the rest of your life. I’m talking about, being willing to make whatever sacrifices necessary for that person. I’m talking about, bringing that person closer to your Savior as opposed to being closer to you. I’m talking about, a 1 Corinthians 13 kind of love.
Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.
That’s what I want; that’s what everyone should want. I admit, I get lonely sometimes. A lot of the time. I got standards for my man (hollaaaa) & they’re high, foreal. Well, not thaaat high, but high nonetheless. I’m not looking to play around. Ladies, they gotta be high. You don’t deserve any less. When I meet that guy, oh goooodness. He might even be in my life right now, who knows?! But hey, he’ll be around when I’m ready. It’s all in the timing. & I’m excited for that, I suppose.
But dang, I get lonely sometimes.
I can’t believe I’ve written this & decided to post this, but here I am exposing myself, folks. KBYE.