Woman of my dreams.

I used to let my fantasies of perfection get the best of me.

When I was younger I used to be immensely obsessed with love, I would look at partners and wish I were in their shoes, I would fantasize about the future and Imagine I was with my own woman on the beach, She would cuddle up in my arms and the sea breeze would do justice to our heated passion, I'd look at her the way every woman wants to be looked at. She would bespeak nothing but perfection, She would have a strong profile with indescribable features, In her eyes I will find solace and everytime I'm with her, my desires would be the controller of me............All these I would imagine and get lost in my thoughts, as I got older and a lot of things began to get clearer to me, My definition of a partner began to steer in another direction that compelled me to fantasize less; all thoughts about being on the beach were squelched, I had become this young man who wanted nothing more but a woman who outright understood me. I had turned to a new me that wanted someone who sees me as not infallible but accepted my imperfections as what made me. I no longer reveled in my thoughts about the perfect dream woman: I show no interest in the body of a woman but her heart, which to me is what makes humans beautiful.

Reviews

[Skuldaegz]

Aye, comfort and understanding is much better than any physical features. You described the transition in your desires for a partner well. I think it is the same for most of us humans as we age a bit. A nice story, it showed your heart, and that is what makes us beautiful.

[haywenzo]

Yeah. Thanks man. I really appreciate.