Heart-on-display

When I was young I'd imagine the man of my dreams. I would try to think of everything and build an image in my mind of what he would be like, the way he'd act and the energy that he would radiate.

I was young, with not a care in the world but I didn't focus just on looks I thought about personality as well. Looking back on those days, I wounder what my younger self would have thought about my past relationships.

Only one was a real looker. The others were no real beauties. But there were things that I liked about there personalities or there smiles were so bright and there personalities shone through and looks just didn't matter anymore.

But the way I let some of these guys treat me. My younger self would never have aloud it. The man of my dreams never would have treated me in these ways but yet I let them walk all over me I no longer put myself first nor was I awarded first place in any of these people’s lives.

“The way I was treated by these people I loved was appalling; when I was younger I would not have played with them in the playground let alone think about entering into a romantic relationship with them.”

I’m glad this train of though stopped at my station. It’s given me a lot to think about. I’m going to go pick my standards up of the floor and maybe just maybe one day I'll meet my prince charming.

Well at least that’s what I wish upon those shooting stars.