I am an idealist, a dreamer. Very often I wonder if I will ever have enough courage to love again, although everyone I know seems to have the same problem.
Deep down we all want that crazy little thing called love. But how many of us are willing to love - I mean, really love? To give all your heart and soul for the happiness of that special someone?
Unfortunately, nobody is that stupid anymore. It's survival instinct. You protect yourself first.
Many men have said they loved me. I usually asked why. And many times they told me that they loved me because they felt happy when they were with me. Of course it was a good reason. I am not looking for a masochist after all. But it always makes me wonder whether I will find a man who simply tells me that he loves me because he likes to see my smile and he will do everything to make me smile.
I know I am such a hopeless romantic. But I can't help it. It's the way I am. And I know that if I ever find that man, I will do everything to make him smile too. There, that's my definition of love.
But until then, I will just try to focus on loving myself!