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Tears stream down my cheek. Not because I’m sad. Because waiting has become unbearable.

I crave you in the smallest ways. To take your face in my hands. To feel your lips with mine. To hear your breathing even out as you fall asleep. To know your morning routine and to hear you call my name across a room.

I don’t need grand romance or a life of adventure, though I know you’ll give me both of those. I just need your hand in mine when it’s hard. I need to feel it firm and hard. To know that you’re real. That will be enough.

Because as unbearable as it becomes, waiting for you is the best thing I’ve ever done.

To the boy who filled my heart with lies,

Because of you I found love,

It just happened to be with someone else.

I want you. In every sense of those three little words. I want to smell your skin the moment my eyes open in the morning. I want your body against mine when I fall asleep. I want your mind engaged in a battle of wills refusing to be taken down by mine. I want your longing glances, your smiles, to make you laugh and hold you when you cry. I want you to love me. I want you to make love to me. I want you now. I want you when we’re old. I want to learn from you. I want to make you laugh. I want to hate you. I want to love you. I want you to stay even when it’s hard. 

I want you. 

Nothing else. Just you. 

June.

I think it’s an easy trap to fall into. The thought that dating is the hard part. Believing that when you find the right person things will fall into place, that it will be easy. Even though this wasn’t my first relationship, I fell into that mind-set.

For the most part, it’s the easiest god damn thing in the world. You’re in love. You’re happy. Everything is wonderful. And then it’s not. Then it gets hard. You’ve been hurt before, there’s an insecurity that haunts you and you fear it’s only a matter of time before they see all the shitty things your ex saw. That you’re both counting down the days until one of you leaves, that your futures don’t align, or maybe, you realise you were never really in love to begin with.

I started this blog thinking dating was the hard part. Unsolicited dick pics, kissing frogs and trying to sort the men from the boys. I thought once I fell in love it would be easy, and for a while it was. Things were so blissfully great I had absolutely nothing to write about, until I was ready to reflect on my painfully awkward internet dating days. Then the reality of being in a relationship, with all my pass pain clouding my vision, all the life-altering choices of being an adult in today’s world, sacrifices, and trials and tribulations, hit home. And I began to realise that modern love isn’t just about finding the right person. It’s about continuing to choose that person even on the shittiest of days.

That is what I want to blog about. Not just the past, the assholes and the almosts, but the realities of having your expectations challenged in love and relationships. That’s what being a recovering romantic is all about.

Most importantly I want to write a blog that empowers woman. That lifts people up when the world ends. I want to laugh at the dumb shit our men do. I want a badass lady, like you, to read this and think “Oh yeah, that shit happened to me too”. I want to be honest about sexual assault and the assholes who took our power away. Most of all I want to bring woman together, we need to champion one another, we need to stand tall and get shit done. We deserve to feel strong. We deserve a voice. We are equal to any man. Empowered women, empower women, and that’s the most important thing I want my blog to do.

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