She was on her way back from office. Driving though the traffic jam and so she often thinks to herself and self talk. She question herself the same thing the others were questioning her. “What is it that you are looking for? What is your preference?”
Well to be honest, she doesn’t know. Cause if she knew what precisely it is, she wouldn’t be here after all. She knows what her preference are and what she dislike, but in things like thing, there’s no right or wrong and there’s no pointing to what I want and should be. She believes it to be coming naturally. The way it should be with no interference. But at times she doubt it would happen the way she pictured it. She was a fairy tale girl. Everything she pictured is mostly fairytale like. But in this world, there’s no fairytale and fantasy. Everything works differently. There’s a very small chance of fairytale.
All she ever wanted in short is pretty much what all girls want. Someone who really love her with all his heart, who is honest to her for anything and everything, who is mature enough to accept her imperfections unconditionally for who she is and what she’ll become. As she will do the same for him.
She’s looking for someone who will say,
“I love you today, more than yesterday, less than tomorrow…”
