I think I’m just longing for that kind of love. I’m all over the place right now. But that kind of love...that kind of love may just put me in line with me, myself and I. Right now I feel like Tom seeing three of everything when bashed in the head by Jerry. Right now I feel like I’m three persons, but not in one. Right now I feel like I’m lost and I have no navigation or direction for correction. I want a sense of belonging. A sense of satisfaction. A sense of security. A sense of love. There’s times where you feel like you’re on that road, but you’re on a street you’ve never heard off. It’s new. It’s not what you know. It’s not what you’ve experienced before. But it seems like the only route to take. Until you find what you’re searching for. When you’re used to something, but then eventually have to let it go, you feel naked, incomplete and exposed. This is how I feel. I want someone to feel that gap. Someone to apply for the position eagerly, succeed effortlessly in the interview and take up that job with his heart, soul and mind. I don’t want him to be above or beneath. We can work side by side. Partners in love. A strong team that will be promoted to higher levels that no man can break. Oh but easy, don’t want to run ahead of myself now. I got to take one step at a time. If I don’t know the answer, why would I fast myself and put my hand up...only to stutter? Only to hesitate? Only to put my hand down and go back to square one? I think not. That is an embarrassment and disaster. Especially for someone, who finally thinks they’ve gotten somewhere. Wouldn’t be a good feeling. I need to get to the basics of this love I’m being introduced to. The very foundation. I need to be able to walk on steady grounds. Steady enough to build a house. This takes time. But this love will be built with perfection in time. It will have the necessary resources, necessary equipment and necessary input. The joys of knowing what you want. And what you want is in progress. The process of achieving the product of your hard work. If you work hard enough, you may be rewarded. Rewarded with the key to my heart. The key to a place that has been empty for a while. Nobody and nothing at home. It’s missing that kind of love. It needs the furniture of your trust. The furniture of your care. The furniture of your humility, respect and understanding. I need you to bless my home...my heart with your love. I know you fit the design, because I am the architect. There is no way this love can be wrong. This is the kind of love I want. One that compliments me. One that embraces me. One that confides in me and protects me. I’m tired of temporary accommodations. I want to settle down. I want to know where I stand. I want a sense of fulfilment. I’m just longing for that kind of love.
