hoochie mama hoochie mama
i can not stop perving. i've been on the verge of neck whiplash from turning my head to the next hoochie i see. i've had a mental checklist of what i want physically from a man
(hey, it can't hurt to dream on). i do have my reality check and go beyond the looks, and i do have a deeper checklist of what i want and need from someone. some say it's bad to do it this way, but at the same time, some think it's good cos it eliminates all the negative things that i don't want form another person and therefore a fast track to finding the right one because of the mental checklist. ( i think i've seen something like this in oprah).
and some even say, just let it be. just let your heart do the thinking.
what is love?
i kept on asking myself , and even friends... how do you know it's love?
i've only fallen inlove once,oh don't get me wrong, i've gone out with other people, i just haven't given my full self as in love to the others.
i gave in once. it made me happy, but i knew it was love because it hurt in the end.
anyone who says love means never having to say you are sorry or not being hurt; hasn't experienced what true love is.
love for me was getting sick in the stomach when the object of affection was around, love was being comfortable, love was crying, love was hurting, love was trying to let go, love was being able to understand each other without even uttering a single word.
love was looking into their eyes and knowing that even if they didn't love you back.... that i was real, that i was alive... cos i loved.