I have never caught the eye of any person. I have nothing to base the feeling of young, all-consuming bliss that comes with the spark of a first kiss, a first love. I never experienced those short-lived middle school relationships or found my high school sweetheart. Nothing more than childhood crushes that you draw a heart next to their name in the yearbook and declare to someday marry. So, with a hopeful heart that still patiently awaits love, here I am to reveal all my hopes, dreams, and fears to my future forever.

Since I was a young girl I’ve been a sap for that fairytale type of love. I wanted to be like the princesses I’d watch in movies, and have my own prince. I yearned for a dramatic Romeo and Juliet-esque love story, or the cliche love story from some of my favorite cheesy films like Titanic or The Notebook. I’ll admit, I’m a hopeless romantic.

I’ve always loved the concept of love, in all its beauty, despite its obstacles. In fact, seeing how wrongly love can abuse a person, only drew me to want it more, hoping maybe just maybe it would work out for me. With me, jealousy or the thought of searching for another should never exist. The heart can only break so many times before there’s nothing left to fix, so I will first say, don’t make the mistake of losing me.

With a mold like mine, of course I’ve had my doubts that I’ll ever find the one. These doubts will follow me even once I get to you. I will need you to assure me, every chance you get, the extent of your feelings for me. Every now and then, reassure me of my worth.

I’m attentive and considerate, as you should be too. I won’t often openly share my feelings. No matter what I’m truly feeling inside, I’ll always don a smile. You’ll just have to know when I’m happy or sad. And although I may sound like a hypocrite, one thing you’ll never have to question, one thing that will never need reassurance, is my love for you. Yes I can be shy, but when content, I’ll vulnerably spill my whole heart on the table. I wear my heart on my sleeve, ready to either be handled with care or left damaged.

It’s the little things that satisfy me, so here’s a few things to take note of: First and foremost, if we don’t share the same taste in music, there’s no chance for us. Music will forever speak to my soul, and with me liking an array of genres, you’ll need to be prepared to endure multiple instances of my loud, off-key attempts at singing.

I like to laugh. My happiest moments are experienced with laughter. So if you can’t make me laugh, you’re one strike away from losing your chance with me. I absolutely hate getting scared. I just can’t fathom the idea that anyone would enjoy their bones nearly jumping out of their skin, so take this as a warning. If you say you want to protect me from harm’s way, you will be highly appreciated as my designated bug killer.

I can be stubborn. In an argument, chances of winning are low for you. But, if you’ve messed up, you can attempt to earn your way back into my heart with a nice evening dinner. Or maybe you’ll be forgiven if you come bearing a bouquet of roses, which are my favorite, and not just because they are a symbol of love. If you fail to do this, then you can always be replaced by chocolate, which I like to think is always there for a girl when her heart has been broken, and will never upset her. The only thing better would be a puppy, which could also easily fill an empty spot in one’s heart.

I’ll never beg for a connection. Perhaps this is why I’ve yet to be with someone. I’d like to think that I’ve got a lot of love to give, but here’s a message to all the boys I’ve never loved before: If my wishes are too much, then kindly move along. I have no problem waiting for the right one and until then, I am embracing that true love begins with loving oneself first.

~ Sincerely, Faith