Dear Cupid
It is me, again.
I have changed my order over the years. Mainly to reflect my stage of life. This is different.
I need someone for me. I don’t need a bread winner.
I need someone who will eat the bread with me.
I don’t need a knight in shining armor to rescue me from life.
I need a companion to wipe the tears from my face at the end of a bad day. Someone to look into my eyes and tell me that everything will be ok.
I don’t need a man to make decisions for me. I need a man to decide that my space is where he wants to be. That my life is the last piece of the puzzle for his life.
I don’t need a man Cupid. I want a friend who makes me laugh. Whose arms are my safe place, where I shut out the world.
Someone who won’t make me apologize for who I am. Cupid, he is out there. I know.
