This is my confession: I am weak.

I have a bad habit of falling for guys who (obviously) will not fall for me. What’s worse is that, even though I’ve scraped my heart too much to teach me a lesson, I keep on giving them my attention, time and all the while hoping that things would turn around.

Don’t get me wrong; I love being single. I’m all about being an independent woman but I am also waiting for Prince Charming. Someone who would earnestly love me, warts and all. Someone who would appreciate, protect and care for me. To be put on a pedestal, not for him to worship, but to be by his side no matter what.

Recent nights has unfolded dreams of me being in a relationship with a stranger. This is not some dream that I subconsciously conjured up because everything felt genuine (if it’s one that I had manifest, it would be screaming surreal).

I woke up having vague memories of them; according to Wanie (who’s some sort of an expert on dreams), a vague dream is an event that’s bound to happen sooner or later. The only thing that I could remember was how complete I had felt. I have never met him in my life, this I’m sure of, and if someday I do, I’d recognise him instantaneously (hopefully).

Despite the fact that I can’t remember any of the dreams, I am happy that God allowed me to be happy and hopeful as I rest at night.