Blessed
I have recently realized how blessed I am.
All of these things have been presented to me, and all of these wonderful opportunities have been given. I am able to start pursuing my dreams. I know things are going to happen the way they are supposed to, the way God wants them to. I am so lucky to be loved, and to be given gifts. I can’t describe how happy I am.
But someone picked you from the bunch, one glance was all it took. Now it’s much too late for me to take a second look.
Bustle Swan gown | Fit NYC | c. 1954 (great year for dresses, huh?)
Ideals
I really don’t feel like it is fair to have an “ideal” image of how your significant other should look.
I also don’t feel like it is fair to throw people out because they have one flaw. Or ten. I’m pretty sure you’re not perfect, either.
I don’t think an ideal relationship is complete submittal on either side. It takes the give of both and love from both to make things work. If, let’s say, the girl thinks the guy should fall on his knees and be at her beck and call every day all day long. Life doesn’t work like that. People who take care of others also need to be taken care of.
It’s not fair to pin someone as not being capable of being good enough for your ideal.
I don’t think we have to settle, but you shouldn’t have such ridiculously high standards so that no one (maybe not even you) can match the ideal.
