The Danger of Me

I am always running to the next thing, even when I haven't finished what is before me. My heart seeks fancy, never willing to be alone, to quiet itself. I had rather dream of what is to come than live in the now. I find the perceived Mr. Right and settle my affections on him, when he is a stranger--a two-dimensional object. Not much different than porn.

I have found one, and for all intents and purposes, he is perfect--everything I seek. The irony is that I have never met him; talked to him once, but he doesn't know me, and I don't know him. I'm right back where I was in college. Incapable of knowing how to meet someone and build a relationship, so I stick with my worshiping from afar. I think I shall never have what I yearn for because I cannot step out of who I am.