One day, you might wake up from your sleep and realize that you lost the moon while counting the stars.
The name's Skye. I post an array of sophisticated nonsense derived from nostalgic memories and more often than not, emotions in my ticker. Military. Personal Training. New York, Portland, Boston, San Francisco. Interesting facts. Breathtaking Lyricism. Guitar. Homemade Popcorn. Movie nights. Endless love making. Vegetarian. Tattoos. Poetry. Going out, staying in. Insomnia. Reading. Hopeless romantic. Opinionated, not judgmental. Intelligence. Realism. Philosophy. Psychology. Beautiful people. Beautiful minds. Dry humor. Perverseness. Selflessness. Outspoken. Dedication. Compassion.
"And when you choose a life partner, you’re choosing a lot of things, including your parenting partner and someone who will deeply influence your children, your eating companion for about 20,000 meals, your travel companion for about 100 vacations, your primary leisure time and retirement friend, your career therapist, and someone whose day you’ll hear about 18,000 times.
I learned long ago that there is no use in hopeless pleas of trying to make someone stay. I am too good to chase someone who does not know my worth and I am too wild to keep waiting for someone who doesn’t acknowledge my value.
I want to be loved unconditionally. I shouldn’t have to fight so hard for it. I do not have the time to prove to someone that I am worth it.
I shouldn’t have to prove any of that; I am worth more than that."