Ever since I was a kid, I’ve fantasized about what it would be like to meet my prince charming, my knight in shining armor. Shit, sometimes I still do. I wonder how it’ll feel when our bodies touch for the first time or how it’ll sound when he first tells me he loves me. At a certain point in my life, I became fixated with the idea that “mr.right” was out there waiting for me and that I should be open to anything that comes my way just in case, which led to some pretty poor choices in partners.
It’s only recently that I’ve started to question my past relationship decisions, in an effort to evaluate my destructive patterns and bring them to an end (’cause I ain’t got the time anymore). What I realized was that we’ve been brought up in a culture that’s obsessed with relationships YET doesn’t properly teach us how to relate to one another, so what we end up with is a bunch of broken, jaded hearts. I think it’s important for us to recognize how the society we live in has shaped us and essentially how we relate to one another on a day to day, especially with those we “love.”
PLUS, as a woman, I’ve had to deal with constantly being fed ludicrous rhetoric about finding “the one” from everyone around me since I was young, so imaginate.
… Now that I’ve gotten older, I’ve realized that there may very well be someone special out there who’s meant to make my heart (and pussy) swell with loves vibrations, but I’m not going to stress myself out, wondering if every person I meet, with whom I have a fantastic connection, is the one.
So, for the time being, the only ‘one’ in my life is going to be Neo