The Perfect Man

You will always be the perfect man for an imperfect woman like me.

When will you come around again?

I miss you so much that most of the time I almost died.

Hoping to stay where you are, for good and for once cease staring at the clouds. I’m tired.

I look up, I don’t really see you. It is my heart that creates the illusion that somewhere out there you are looking back at me.

I miss you (so much) my love.


Life has an interesting way of telling me that I am a special chocolate chip cookie baked personally by the hands of God (well, just as everyone of us!). I am loving the challenges. A widow at a young age yet keeping a positive view of the future. Still a believer of magic, fate and true love, taking each day one small step at a time. I have a grand dream! ;-)

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s