Showing posts with label heartache. Show all posts
Showing posts with label heartache. Show all posts

Thursday, 22 October 2009

Love story

What is it with people, that we crave for corny happily-ever-after love stories?

Certainly the old Hollywood romances are unrealistic for most people, yet so many people cling to the conception that if only they meet the right person, everything will be alright. Not realizing (or simply ignoring) the fact that relationships require time and effort, they set high standards and are disappointed when potential partners do not live up to them.

I would love to say that I am above such things, but alas, I am not.

Even in my mind, I make lists of qualities, both relevant and unnecessary, that a woman should possess if she would want to be mine. Completely ignoring, of course, the list of qualities that I myself should possess if I want the relationship to be even remotely successful. The ego is funny like that.

Trying to be conscious of both lists is, in my view, a good way to set more realistic goals both for myself and any possible partner. I doubt that I will get rid of my internal high standards completely, but at least it's a start.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I've some qualities to write down.



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Wanted: Friendly female of the human species, age between 18 and 21, with stunning good looks. Clothes and brains optional. Send your picture to dragonwantsyou@yahoo.com (that's on the internet) and I might contact you by telephone for breathing heavily.

Monday, 15 June 2009

Whispering to brown eyes

Dearest,

You are cuter than a box of kittens,
Sweeter than chocolate-covered sweets,
Prettier than the fairest supermodel,
And hotter than the hottest sun.
.
What I like about you, though,
Is your special kind of charm.
Your wit, your high intelligence,
talking with you is intoxicating.
.
I know it might be
Frowned upon or strange,
But I just cannot help myself
When I look upon your face.
.
I know you're close to me, so close,
But I crave to have you closer.
To touch you, kiss you, hold you,
And never to let go.
.
I guess that we will never be,
But I dream it all the same.
I hope that we will sometime be
A couple, sharing dreams.

Monday, 24 November 2008

Get outta my head