Mr. Perfect?

The first page of my first book!
Relationships are something that require lots of work. It is most definitely an art to love someone for a lifetime. Life has its strange ways to teach us lessons and prove us wrong, and sometimes life saves us from ourselves, from making the same mistake twice, marring the wrong guy, even death sometimes. Life is something special, its something that cannot be quantified and its something that comes for free. It is up to us to make the best of it and be successful. Relationships are like roller coasters, they take you way up high making you feel butterflies in your stomach but then they also go deep down low and make you feel so scared and insignificant, that you don't know if you will get off the ride safely. Rides all have safety belts only sometimes they don't make you feel so safe. Roller coasters are meant to be fun and exciting but sometimes even those seat belts don't keep you safe, sometimes you can't escape.

Maybe all men are like drugs, drugs that are so addicting that you can't ever quit and you will soon find yourself stuck and unable to ever look at yourself in the mirror and be proud of who you are and what you have become in life.

Maybe mistakes are what make our fate... without them what would our lives be shaped by? Maybe if we had never ventured off course we wouldn't fall in love, have babies, or be who we are. Things change, people come and go. But it's comforting to know that the ones you love are always in your heart... and if you're very lucky they will be there forever and a day.

Relationships are great for some people and just so god damn horrible for others. You have one bad experience and that makes you not trust the whole entire human race. Guy can be radical, untrustworthy, liars, cheaters, scumbags...etc., but all women still are desperate to find the perfect man. Then we start fantasizing about this perfect man and how he would look, act and speak. Before you know it he is real in our mind and we won't accept anyone but him. The downside to this is that he doesn't exist. We spend so much time making him up to be perfect that he is beyond what the human body can sculpt.
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Published: 1/25/2011
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