There are many things that happen when two people meet; sometimes a kind of magic happens and those two fantasize about being in love.
I'd lie if I knew how many times it has happened to me in my 33 years of life, I'm only aware of 3 times, I guess the rest wasn't so important...
If I want to be honest, then I can only talk from my own perspective. To me falling in love has always been this crazy-magical-awesomely-weird moment. The kind of feeling that awakes other feelings, emotions I thought they could only exist in movies. Yeah, I've always been this silly-romantic-dreamy kind of woman.
The times that I've fallen in love with someone, have all been pretty different, but they all have something in common... the type of man I've fallen for seems to be alike. Dreamer, funny, silly, adorable, in need of a hug or something like that...
Since they all have shared my "love" I happened to have shared their way of being, and here's the one I hate the most: all the men I've fallen for are kind of scared of facing me with the truth when I've asked them for it.
I wonder why that is, it's not like my feelings can disappear in a second and turn into hatred just cuz of hearing the truth.
Today has been one of those days where I like to think of the patterns I've followed in life to be where I am. I have no regrets, every single thing I've done -either good or bad- has taken me to a happy place. I'm content with my life, although I can't deny that now and then I wish I could change a couple of things, just to improve my wrongs.
So, hmm funny how the men in my life shared not only a few memories with me, but also their character & parts of their personalities.