unperfect

Most of the time, I have a lot to say. A lot in mind. And when I sit down, and try to put 'em in words. I just dont really know how to start. Or where shall I begin.

There are several ways how should pretty girls act in a relationship. There are 2 kind of boys. One of them wanna have a perfect girlfriend. With a perfect eyes, perfect hair, perfect skin. The other kind of guy wan't to have a perfect girl, with all the unperfections she got. The say 'I have a perfect girl, who needs to take a shower everyday, she has to brush teeth, and have to shave legs.  and there are times when she prefer wearing an old teared cloth. '

I cant help but wonder, when it comes to dating. Is it important to look good? Is the outer beauty more important than the inner beauty or does the past effect them? Can we relate the inner beauty to the past? Or cant have a present untill the past is not cleared up?

I have met both the 2 type of 'species'. How I feel about it? If the first type of guy walks up, I had no idea what I can say, or how shall I act. Where is the limit?
If I meet with the second type of guy, I dont even have to think what I wear or how I act if its still the 2 of us. I know he will like me, no matter what.

Womans need a man to make them believe they are pretty. And not the opposite. Who needs a man whom we have to make believe, we are perfect?
I believe that would be a scenario more than a real thing.

those butterflies

When it comes to love. When will we know we found the one we were looking for? When will we feel that he is the one we need?

We all looking for something special .To feel that something. Those butterflies in the stomach That happiness that cames for nowhere. Those moments when we can't say anything at all. Just smile, and talk about nothing. Or talk no at all.

I can't help but wonder. Are we supposed to feel those prickles, or we should just give up on waiting for the big great love, and be okay with the "fine" or in worse case the "good enough" love.

I am asking myself   "was I drunk for a year?". Or was I that desparately looking for love so I could not get the right track? Maybe it didn't work for reasons. Maybe it was not meant to be. Or maybe it's just not the right timing.

We offer each other friendship without knowing what happens in the other. And we accept it, without knowing the reasons.
We offer sex without knowing what it means to the other. And we accept it secretly hoping for more.

I cant help wondering what destroys the love before it could have born. Would be the sex the barrier. Or the time that we fail to give?