Lyrica

Reserved I’ve had my share of love, one love, and my first love. When we were together I saw no one but him, thought of no one but him, and wanted no one but him. It was an odd feeling that I had never felt before or maybe it was the realization that I had put so much energy into one person that I had forgotten who I was. I had forgotten about the things and the people important to me. After that realization I promised myself I would never love someone as hard as I loved him. I want to care for someone deeply without being deeply in love. I want too appreciate the company of another and conversation’s without a fear that the same relationship is being shared with someone else other than me. I want to have a smile that doesn’t hide my tears but one that shows my joy. I want the love that is not questionable but completely in utterly real. Real love is felt by one’s heart and not by their mind. It’s something that takes time to build and seeing potential in what could be. It is the love that goes without words but emotions. Love is needing someone. Love is putting up with someone’s bad qualities because they somehow complete you. I’ve never experienced a love this way and until it coincidentally happens, I don’t want to fall deep for someone until it is the “real love”. I’m not lonely. I’m not searching for “the right one”. I have ambitions and my ambitions don’t include me in love with someone else. I want to be independent and have my life together before I include someone else in it. When that someone comes along that has qualities that are worth me investing my time and energy in then I will be ready. But for now, I am not single, and I am not taken. I am simply reserved for real love.