Something is dawning on me, as the heap of discarded men grows. All the time and effort trying to peer earnestly into their minds, their hearts, their souls. All the reaching out, the opening up, the attempted sharing. All the striving to see that of which they are made. How long have I spent under the mistaken assumption that I am a reflection of the man I choose? Or that he can or should be a reflection of me?
I’m not going to find myself in or with another man.
I don’t need to find myself.
I’ve been here all along.
me
I am smart, competent, confident, enthusiastic, kind, compassionate, responsible, witty, gentle, strong, mature, educated, thoughtful, playful, sensitive, wise, elegant, savvy, honest, healthy, trustworthy, fun, dependable, interesting, passionate, alive, affectionate, communicative, understanding, patient, excellent.
Me.
Me!
