Looking For Love

How honest can this girl/guy be?

I am someone who is looking for love. That oh my God, I’m walking on air, can’t

keep this silly smile off my face, kind of love. That first thing in the morning, not

looking my best, but I’m coming after you anyway, kind of love. That honor who I

am, even if you don’t agree with all my points of view, kind of love. That I’ll be

honest with you, even if I’m not completely honest with the outside world, kind of

love. That when the day is done, we lay on opposite ends of the sofa, and you

reach over if only to touch my hair, kind of love. That unmistakable knowing, which

resonates from the deepest part of my spirit, that when all else seems to fail, you’ll

be the one standing right by my side, kind of love. I am simply someone who is

looking for love . . .