someday i want to be loved again. Loved right. Loved well. Loved practiced and seasoned and well intended. I want to be wrapped in arms at night that provide a safe place to be while I fly in my dreams and take lessons from buddhas and play with children from the stars. I want to be loved enough. Not too much. Not too little. I want the goldilocks version of love. I want the wolf to not feel like he as to pretend he is grandma in order for me to give him my cookie basket. I want my prince charming to show up before the pin prick, the apple bite, the lost slipper. I want to be loved not rescued. I dont want the love of the seven dwarves...Lazy, Needy, Greedy,, Empty, Nasty, Drunkie and ME-ME-ME-me-E. I want to be loved like a fairy princess who owns her own kingdom, didnt have to kill off her mother, bear with a distant father or hate her sisters in order to have a legacy to be carried on through the ages. I want my love to be my legacy. I want to be loved well...
and I want you to be loved as well...I dont want it to be make believe. I want it to be not just possibly, but probably and in fact, reality.
I believe in love. And as I heal and prepare and start to desire, I am drawing up the energy to offer it all back....
I am the honey on my prince's peanut butter...but he is my whole grain, crunchy home baked fresh from the oven, bread....
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Pole bachit, a lis chuye.
The field sees, the forest hears
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