Sometimes I wonder if I'm too willing to compromise. This girl is smart, pretty, kind, and romantic in all the same ways as me. But. . . . .

She's not constant. She disappears without explanation. She's not committed.

But she's everything else.

And what's my hope? Honestly, if I tell myself the truth, it's that time will change things. That maybe we can make something work if she would just stay focused.

But maybe I'm deluding myself. I must be.

Am I losing the princess of my future so I can get the daydream of my present? And why?

Because I'm blind. Because I lack imagination. Because I don't know how in the world I'll find a woman who's perfect for me. And I can tell myself in my head that she'll come, and I'll believe it for a time. But the heart seems to reject the idea. As if it's impossible.

I don't know. I guess time will tell. Maybe if I just love my friends, my family, and myself she'll just appear. . .

I guess we'll see.