Do you Exist?

As I sit here listening to Chrisette Michele sing her unreeling song, Notebook, I sit here and wonder...Do you even Exist?.....In a world where X's and O's mean Hugs and Kisses, and where [143] means I love you, Do you Exist?...I know you are out there somewhere but will we ever find each other, will it be the right time in both of our lives to get together and if so will we have the same views on everything. Will you finish my sentences and help me with the dishes when you know I'm tired from work and cooking dinner, and rub my feet just because and remember the first day you got to hold my hand...or kiss me after we have been married for 10 years, and as I go on i have to ask myself....Do you exist? or has society and those around me helped me create this perfect man, that just doesn't exist.....

I have figured out some things in life on my own and I believe this is one of them......HE DOESN'T!...or more or less he does, but he doesn't have everything on the list and that doesn't mean the list has to disappear but it has to become flexible, like the "rubber pencil" from the 6th grade, it has to seem to bend and that is as equal to you molding that man and create a loving atmosphere not only for your relationship but for your children to come and the legacy that you will leave behind.

Now that I have gotten on my future man, I have to talk about myself, because believe me I know I'm not perfect. I'm busy and demanding and want everything to go my way, but the man that can calm me down, help me change for the better and make me feel GOOD...[all over] is the one.period. Everyone has somebody out there for them, but only some of us will be lucky enough to find them, and even fewer will be able to grow old and love them more then they love themselves. Love is more than a four letter word. Its a way of life.