For a girl living in a pink world, she always dreams of a fairy-taled wedding with her first love. Yeah, coming first, how great could it be? You own her first kiss, first hug, first hand-holding...Just like buying a new dress, you feel it is completed, don´t you? Nothing to be compared with, no jealousy and doubt over her past, no wonder "did she look at him in that way, too?".....Don´t you feel like she is all yours?
Unluckily, coming first also means nothing to learn from, just like walking with your eyes folded. You have tons of things to expect from such relationship in mind, so bad you don´t really know what will fit you or how to fix it. Somehow it´s similar to online-shopping. Spending hours to explore the on-screen pictures or even to read loads of comments can´t stop you from ending up with wrong sized or wrong colored pieces. As time goes by (and as your purse shrinks...), you will have a much clearer picture of what will look good on you.
Thank you for not being my first love, panda, so that i now know i´m not looking for a prince charming or knight in shining amour (just fantasy, though). I´m looking for a man who feels excited just to imagine how cute of an old grand-mom i would be, who thinks living side by side with me in the next 50 years is not a disaster. Cause you can´t stay as a sleeping beauty all the time, right? (though i´ve never been one :D)
Maybe my heart is taken over by my mind from time to time, not crazily running like before, but i guess, it´s for the better. After all, i´m far from a teenager...
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