In perspective

I am not a fickle person. Borrowing the words from SATC, I treat “marriage/relationships like a sorority I was desperately hoping to pledge.”

I am ever ready to pledge my allegiance to someone, anyone that is worthy, someone that has the balls to tell me to be his, someone that I really like.

But every time I realize that someone is close, someone else would spring up and surprise me by how much closer this person is as compared to the former. The distance will always surprise me and it makes me wonder just how much closer till the end - where there will be a result of sorts to tell me if this person is the one for me or not. 

Maybe the number of could-have-beens that I have to hang around with will put things in better perspective, so I’ll spot the person for me more clearly. So clearly that it will be hard to miss. Like a ray of light at the end of a tunnel, like an oasis in the middle of a desert. It will hold more meaning, it will feel like the wait was worth it.

But it was nice to find out what exactly is it that I want in a man from so many different men, a little bit here, a little bit there - bit by bit, I’ll know exactly what is it I love most and I’ll be on my way to finding my perfectly imperfect walking ray of sunshine that will either burn me or, as corny as this may be, light up my life even if I wanted to live in darkness - no matter, my heart is yours to fill or burst, to break or bury, or wear as jewellery, whichever you prefer.