I think no matter how realistic I try to be I shall always, deep down, be a hopeless romantic. I can't fight it. It's there.And that's what helps makes life hard, I think.
I wish I could add to my Master List:
125. He will be able to sing like Josh Groban.
126. He will have hair like David Tennant... Um... Pretty much BE David Tenant...
But I feel that is getting ridiculous.
Someday, there will be someone who will be there to hold my hand. To take me on date. To be random and kooky with me. To listen to me ramble and rant. And to understand my silence.
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