Hello, is there anybody in there?

I can’t explain what this is about, because I’m not even sure myself…plus you just have to figure some things out on your own.

 

• My perfect mate would not be perfect. 
• She would be human and have feelings.
• She would be strong enough to admit her own errors and tell me when I am wrong. 
• Everyone has faults…love is when you appreciate those faults. 
• Nothing would be hidden...honesty is being open without inquisition. 
• We would have enough similarities to enjoy life together and enough differences to learn from each other.
• She would be my best friend above and beyond anything else.
• We would both want the same from life.
• Her hair color and skin type would not matter because she would be as beautiful with grey hair and wrinkles as the day I met her. 
• I would see the world in her eyes and feel heaven in her arms. 
• Her voice would sound special.
• Her scent would affect your brain in ways you don’t even know.
• She would erase all doubts and take all desire.
• She would accept me for who I am and change me just enough to know it matters.
• The past would disappear and future be seen. 
• My heart would beat. 
• I would be nervous at first but comfortable at last. 
• There would be no fear.
• She would be hard to get but easy to have.
• Obstacles would only strengthen us.
• She would ask and never assume.
• She would understand misunderstandings.
• We would trust ourselves over anyone else. 
• I would be as right for her as she was right for me. 
• There would be an inexplicable connection. 
• We could communicate without speaking. 
• You would hate to leave her for work, but do it because it helped support your family. 
• She would put me on a natural high.
• We would dance slow, dance fast, dance drunk, and dance sober.
• We could walk anywhere…even the plank or the aisle.
• We would always be each other’s number one priority.
• In sickness and in health.
• Happiness would be contagious.
• Smiles would come without effort.
• We would laugh at serious matters and be serious about funny matters.
• We would believe in each other.
• I would not feel alone when she is away.
• We could make fun of each other and not get offended.
• Responsibility would be shared without complaint.
• Arguments would be civil.
• Fights would only be with big soft pillows (feather for her, cotton for me…to keep it fair)
• The risk in knowing that any day either could be gone would be no risk at all.
• Odd or even number of flower petals would not matter.
• Flowers would not matter....thoughts and actions would.
• We could sit outside a closed coffee shop for hours and be content staring at traffic.
• I would just keep adding to this list as time went on.

 

Wow.  That all sounds unreal and intimidating.  So I guess she would have to also not take life too seriously.  You know the rest of the quote…it’s cliché.