To the next woman..

To the next woman who greets my heart

Please be patient, for I am more pieces broken than I am put together.

Forgive me if I drag memories from past loves into our sacred foyer. I do want to give you new attention and a clean slate. It’s my stubborn and foolish brain that won’t allow me do so completely.

So while I am quiet and reserved, don’t be afraid. All I am doing is fighting the hauntings of my past and making new ground for your love to parade.

Some times I just need a few minutes to cool down after arguments because my brain is analyzing every stupid thing that just left my mouth. All I truly want to do is play cards with your demons and drink to your sanity.

I want to be your bold and your warmth. The only thing I’m searching for is permanent. I want to be permanent with you, of you and for you.

See, I’m not the type to waste my time over temporary. I’ve been on a quest to find my soul mate since the day I could walk. Every step was built towards cascading my arms over your flesh. I need you.

I need you to know that there will be days that I am cold and rigid and far away. My messy brain sometimes bombards me with questions like “why would anyone ever want me?”

I’m not going to be easy to love but what I can promise you is that I will spend hours telling everyone how magnificent you are. I’ll make the stars feel jealous because only you can brighten me up.

I’ll argue with flowers and mountains over your beauty. Because while some people are busy staring at scenery I’ll be staring at the woman standing next to me.

So the next woman who greets my heart; I am ready.