And when do I fall in love?

Oh. Then it's a disaster.

I don't know how to do "a little bit."

That Christmas tree with an icy branch isn't my style.

I've heard stories. About how men prefer quieter women. More reserved. Who entertain themselves and don't call every hour.

And I understand that.

True.

But I don't want to be "understandable" at the cost of losing myself.

That's not a flaw.

It's WHO I AM.

Where is the man who sees this "too-much-ness" and thinks not "horrible," but "excellent"?

Someone who understands that reserve and coldness are not at all about depth?

Someone who wants a living woman, not a perfect statue?

Maybe I'll find him?

Or will he find me?