Growing up I believed (and was told by many) that love would be found if every checkbox would be marked off of my checklist.
And as I sit across from you, I go through my own personal list:
And the list continues as I go through and check each thing off. On paper, you’re the type to bring home to momma, to have a life with, you know, the guy that would never hurt me…
But as I look over my long list of check marks , knowing that the “perfect” person is sitting right in front of me….I feel nothing.
I still don’t love you.
Riddle me that.