I am neither single nor in a relationship, I am waiting for someone worth it | BiographyFlash
I am not single.
Well, in a sense of the word, I am. I’m single in the sense that I’m not dating anyone at the moment, that’s for sure. But I’m not what you imagine when you think of a single girl.
I’m not desperate for love, I’m not desperate for anyone to give me a little attention that they could spare. I won’t give in to that.
I don’t need multiple men passing through my life to show me how bad relationships can be and make me regret starting one.
I’m not ready to be with just any guy my friends introduce me to. I will not believe the lies and promises of a handsome guy, nor lie to myself thinking that they are meant for me to escape loneliness.
Just because I’m single doesn’t mean I wallow in self-pity complaining about how difficult it is to find the right person, while simultaneously allowing narcissistic jerks to trap me in their toxic webs.
No, just because I’m single doesn’t mean I’m waiting for a guy to notice me so I can start creating a false story in my head about how perfect we are for each other.
I’m not in a relationship either.
I’m not in a relationship. I’m not stuck in my past, waiting for an ex-boyfriend to come and apologize with a big gesture of love.
There is no one in my life right now or in my past that I want to be with. I still haven’t met him. I met many boys who I liked in one way or another.
Some of them were okay, just not the right ones. Most of them, however, were fools who don’t understand anything about love.
I’m not interested in men who don’t know what they want from their lives; those who, instead of pursuing a happy and harmonious future, try to ruin mine with their lies and secrets.
I have no words to say to them. There are no hard feelings on my side. I sincerely pity them because no matter how much they hurt me, I am past that. They are the ones who stay stuck with themselves forever.
I don’t want to be with just anyone. I’m perfectly happy to be alone for as long as necessary.
I’m happier not being in a relationship than being exploited.
I’m taking my time and waiting for someone worth it.
I need it to be perfect. I don’t need it to be perfect for everyone though. I don’t need him to meet anyone’s expectations other than my own.
I am ready to give everything of me to someone who is worthy. I know he’s there somewhere.
I am absolutely sure that there is a man who will love me perfectly. He will be honest and kind and will never try to lie or deceive me.
He appreciates himself and will know how to appreciate me.
He has a strong character and will know how to handle mine.
He would never, even in his wildest dreams, play obnoxious mind games with me to manipulate the relationship to his advantage.
THE real men don’t do that, and the man I’m waiting for is undoubtedly a real man.
He will meet me and accept me as I am, and I will do the same because his honest approach will appeal to me, I am sure.
He won’t be afraid to commit to me or show me his emotions because he will be a mature person, a grown man and not a boy who doesn’t know how to live or love.
He will appreciate and protect my emotional vulnerability and make sure to never hurt me.
He will guide me when I need his advice and follow me when I know where I am going.
I know this kind of man is rare, but I’ll wait for him because, you know, I’m rare too. I would go through hell and heaven for the one who was worthy of me.
For this kind of man, I would give everything.
And for that kind of man, you see, everything I have to offer will be more than enough.
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