You know, someone asked me today to describe myself and it made think really deep down to who I really am. Have you ever done that? If not, you should, because it really makes you dig deep down into your being and decide who it is that you are - and you have to decide if you like that person or not. I know this might sound conceited, but I’m in love with the person that I am (more so today than I ever was before in my life).
I’m creative. I love to sing. I’m very detail oriented. I’m fast paced. Everything I do is quick and done fast. I love to multitask. I’m mostly quiet if I’m in a group of people I don’t know, but talk to me once and I’ll talk your ear off. I like photography and love to read. I’m a writer. Music is the one true and constant thing in my life. I love to laugh, but something has to be genuinely funny in order for that to happen. I take a lot of pride in my appearance, both outwardly and inwardly. I’m very passionate. I’m not shallow and I’m level-headed, so when I say I feel something, you know it’s real. I’m a dreamer and I firmly believe that anything you dream is possible as long as you shoot for the stars. I am best friends with the most amazing girl in history and our group of friends, the Hayniacs, make my life worth waking up every day. I get angry easily at some things and not so easily at other things. I can get frustrated when things don’t go my way, but it’s just because I’m a control freak. I’m a germaphobe. Some of my favorite things are cars, shoes, guitars, books, music, and the cross I wear around my neck. I’m a Christian. I don’t follow any organized religion, but if I did, I would be Catholic. I have blond hair and blue eyes. I’m about as tall as a 5th grader and I’m 24 years old. I have 4 tattoos and I love getting them, but that doesn’t make me a thug or a punk. Actually, most would consider me a bit of a goody-two-shoes. I hate confrontation. I don’t like it when people are upset with me. I feel and I feel strongly. And I do everything with my whole heart - love, dream, and believe.
And I’m in love with the most amazing person in the world. Just like everything else I do, I love him with every fiber of my being.
I often wonder if he could ever feel the way about me that I do about him. I’m actually scared to find out…
Something I would love to be:
Enough for him.
Why not me?
