It's funny how a hot dream about an insanely hot cop can change ones perspective.

Sometimes we lose our way, we get distracted from what life really is
and somehow we stop living it. Other times we give up what we want for
what we should want. Then there are the times when we buy a puppy and
find an instant-boyfriend to fix some deep, dark, hidden parts on the
inside.

But I'm not so sure anymore. I look around and I see all these people
and they all want something from me. They want me to be their wife,
their girlfriend, their somebody, their something, or their anything.
And maybe I'm wrong for looking at this all like that but nobody has
asked me what I want. If they did, I would tell them I want magic,
handcuffs, walks in the park, contemplation of the universe, red red
wine, and good music.

Whatever happened to the good things, the simple things, and the
beautiful things.

I want to wake up in the dead of winter and not hate it so much even
though it is cold, gray, ugly, and lonely.

I want someone who is alive and not so obsessed with living the ideal
life that they forget to look at the stars and everything around them.

I want someone that wants to be in the moment, not before it or beyond
it. Now is what matters.

If I can't have any of that, I'd rather spend my time alone than
pretending to be what someone else wants. It's not that I couldn't do
it but everytime I step into your idea of what you want, a little
piece of me breaks off and lands on some forgotten street corner.
Living shouldn't be about compromising, it should be about honesty and
acceptance.