I am a pragmatic romantic. I don't ask for a mansion or jewels or all the material wealth so many seem to believe is essential for happiness, but rather for true love. A love completely true; honest, authentic, utterly credible. I ask to be cherished, and to be allowed to cherish in return without fear of humilation or rejection. I ask for someone who will hold my hand and laugh with me, dance and sing and fight with me. Someone who will stand their ground and be steadfastly by my side when I tremble and shake and find myself unsure, who will always see me as beautiful because they see me. And I will promise the same in return, until the end of our days and beyond.
Am I asking too much?