patience.

I have a journal, and I just found this thing I wrote a little while back which makes me smile:

I'll meet my beau one day - coffee shop, bookstore, zoo, train, New World Metro, plane. On the phone. Or on the street. In some unexpected place.
One day.
I'll know. It'll be right. He'll make me feel smart. Funny. Beautiful. Sexy. Lovely. Romantic. Equal. A best friend.
We'll get a dog. 
We'll cook and drink together. 
We'll talk in bed all night. I'll sleep-talk, and he'll laugh. He'll snore and I'll hate it (but love him). 
We'll both read, a lot. We'll both watch a lot of TV shows. Marathons every weekend. 
He'll buy me presents. 
I'll give him massages. 
We'll fight about small things, then we'll make up because we're both so sorry, and "I love you". 
He'll propose. I'll say no (but be joking, then say "YES!"). 
Patience, my dear. Patience. 


This is why I love having a journal - finding these pieces that I wrote that meant so much to me at the time, that I had completely forgotten about. This piece is one of my faves.
This guy.