When I first moved back to Scotland I had stopped believing in love. What I'd been through had made me think that love was more just a concept, that it was far too easy to say you loved someone then it was to actually show them how you felt. The stupid truth is that I do still believe, that most nights before I go to bed I say a little prayer, I'm not sure who to cause I'm not religious, but I do it anyway. I'm still not sure that what I'm looking for actually exists and I'm even less sure that it exists for me but I'm gonna keep trying. I refuse to let the bad experiences I've been through put me off.
The only real problem is that I don't think I'm one of those girls. I see nice, sweet guys who write songs about girls, who can't stop thinking about girls and who don't stop trying to show them how they feel. And quite a lot of the time the girls in question don't deserve it and don't appreciate it and its hard to watch because it makes me realise I'm not one of those girls and I don't think I ever will be. I'm gonna try and not give up on it but I don't really know anymore.
I do know that I'm looking in all the wrong places. I know who I am and I've yet to met a boy who understands me and recently all the ones I've met haven't even really cared. I want a boy who says he'll look at my photography portfolio and then actually does it, who smiles when one of my favourite songs comes on and it makes me happy, who'll actually listen to me when I'm talking instead of switching off and who'll try his hardest never to hurt me, physically or emotionally. I try very hard to be the best daughter, friend and student I can be and I know I've got it in me to add girlfriend to that list.
So yeah I do wear my heart on my sleeve, but thats just me and hopefully one day I'll find someone who likes that instead of yet another person who sees it as a weakness.
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