I want someone to love me, but not because they desire to love. I want to fill a hole in someone's heart, and not because the hole needs filling. Because I'm the piece that fits.
I see myself with someone who is like a worn sweater. Comfortable and just the right warmth, classically styled, and smells like Home. You can always go without that sweater, to a party or out on the town, but when you come home, it's the first thing you grab and the only thing that makes you feel truly comfortable outside of your own skin.
Maybe the key is to be comfortable with my own skin. You always find that perfect sweater when you don't really need it, right? But once you find it, you know, and you never let go. Your skin, you're stuck with it, and you have to come to terms with who you are. Changing yourself does no good. You always end up back with the same issues and fears you started with.
That's why I need that perfect fit. Someone to pick me up one day and, whether they know it or not, find that feeling of warmth and home that everyone truly wants.
Because, in the end, isn't all we ever want a true Home to come home too?
Today I found a sweater, physically and possibly metaphorically. Life is looking up.
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