I used to believe that no one is patient enough to understand me, to know me, to wait for me, and to learn why am I the way I am. I have always been told na I'm too much and that my standards were too high, and if I wanna find a partner, I need to step down and settle for less. But I didn't, I didn't step down, I didn't lower my standards, Cause I believe that if someone out there is ought to be my partner, then they’re going to love me, just the way I am. That person is going to love my traits, little habits, kinks, and the random gestures that makes me the way I am.
At some point, I actually thought
“either I'm settling for less, or I'm settling alone”.
Cause I've been thinking that maybe I am being too much? expecting too much? But me—myself is imperfect. But then you came. You made me feel somehow known...? You made me feel familiarized, as if you've known me for centuries.
It's soothing, knowing someone out there is waiting for me, and knowing that I have someone to return to makes me wanna keep going, makes me wanna live a little longer, a little fuller.
Knowing that we will meet again, that there will be hugs held a little tighter and kisses filled with longing, makes every day feel lighter. Maybe it sounds too hopeful, maybe even unrealistic, but loving you has made sadness feel less permanent. So everyday, the first thing that I look for is your "Good morning". Not to remind me that you're awake, but to remind me that there's a person out there, who's waiting for me, and that person, Is my person.