As I watched Sex and the City (the movie version) yesterday, I found myself to be wishing and hoping that someday I'll find a "John Prescott" or even "Harry" in my life.
The idea of romance emerged again, like a neon sign that flashes across my mind. Although I've not yet given up on finding my one true love, all these years I have managed to let it take a backseat. Nothing is more important to me than re- establishing a new career path as I continue to become a better daughter and sister each day of my life.
But I feel that at 33, I am now more than ready to face this part of my life. I have always thought that this phase could wait as I also pray fervently that I meet a wonderful, mature, sensitive person who I could share "life and love with forever".
In the past, I have let a couple of truly great guys slip away. I got too scared to even to try to get to know them better and even let them know up close and personal. The two guys were those kinds you would love to take home to meet your family and relatives. But I was not ready then. I had too much up my sleeves.
Now, I'm a bit worried if there would be a third guy to come along...soon. I have let the eventualities of things all these years mold me into a more open, much loving, much sensitive, and more forgiving person. I have become into a woman of greater strength, grace, and wisdom.
I can now take greater chances.
I don't want damaged men who have crazy relationships with their girlfriends or wives. I don't want to be the friend that they would want to run to, after a bad day of argument with their girls. I fear that day that I will just settle to be a lover to these kinds of men, than be a wife to a morally upright man--a man that I could proudly call my own, my lifetime partner, my knight in shining armor, my eternal love.
I am excited to discover love at greater heights in the coming years.
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