I feel the end of an era drawing near and I find myself a little weird openly talking about it. I pray that my next boyfriend will be the one ... there are just so many things to say. I think I have gotten to a point wherein I've started to stop caring. Trying to fit the bill of what a girl should be in his eyes is so not right and it took me almost 9 years to realize that. I will start loving myself more. But then again, I hope I am wrong. That makes me think that I like the idea of a girl being swept off her feet over and over again.
