I want to meet the man of my dreams, a man who are smart, honest, clean, not rugged and not rough

Perenially im in the lookout for Mr.RightI was encountering difficulty in search for him. The truth was,whoever know why those of us looking for Mr.Right kept bumping into Mr.Wrong.

I was one in the leauge of women who was still unattached. I had too many bad experiences in the past want to go back into the getting-into-a-relationship. My heart had temporarily gone into hibernation.

I tried everything, all in an effort to find my elusive Prince Charming-a unique, nice looked men, clean, not rough and rugged, smart and honest. I felt urge to keep looking at him, it was like a new breath of scenery, something I was seeing for the first time. But I had a dubious pleasure of dating men like that. Dubious because a couple of them had a wrecked havoc in my life. no lasting damage, just a severely bruised heart and a deeply wounded ego that I eventually got healed.

As I continue I meet one, he's a friendly but not as Mr.Right. He showed effort but I didn't entertained him, but still there he is make me smile, we became a good friend, gave everything I want. For all the things he showed me, I can't recognize him, for im always thinking of Mr.Right. Until a time has come, that he's going to left me. And its because me.

Im hoping he call me up after a few days to tell me he understood and he forgiven me.But, that didn't happen, I didn't hear anything from him. Until I had to face the fact that he probably didn't want to have a communication with me.I was miserable. I missed him. Missing someone was such a wretched feeling. There was this hollow pain inside that nothing could soothe. There was this desperate longing to catch a glimpse-even only for a few seconds-of the person one was missing. It was so pathetic.

The only good thing about being down in the pits was the certainty that there was no other way to go but up. I consoled myself with that, thought as I gave myself time to get over from the shock that unexpected events that life had brought me,I realized that I loved him.

There were times I wondered what had in my heart. But I didn't wonder too deeply. Doing so was tantamount to take a sharp knife and carving it up my own heart.

I was not into masochism, Life didn't cease just because I stumbled and fell. That was one of the lessons we all needed to learn.

The truth, I suffered my very first hearytache that time. He had been such a big intrinsic part of my life. I picked up the pieces of my life and tried to act like I had forgotten about the man I used to love. Things had pretty gone back to normal.

Again, I saddled myself to continue my mission, to search for Mr.Right. Im meeting everyman that is Mr.Right for me and I really felt bad about that they turned out to be Mr.Wrong.