I’m not like other people. I’m quite odd. I’m too forgiving. I’m too understanding. Sometimes I think I like to play the martyr.

I forgive every offense. I replace every bad deed done to me with love and instant release. I am sickeningly relentless. I never give up. I stay and stay and stay and stay. I try to teach others how to love.

I know, I know, I’m not the best teacher. I ’m severely inadequate in all areas of my life. I can’t draw. I can’t write. I can’t sing. I can’t play an instrument and I don’t have a career. I’m not even an adult. 

I bruise my knuckles, scrape my knees, throw my head into the ocean for the sake of my biggest dream. I know it’s silly, but I want to find one person who I can love unconditionally. I want to be responsible for teaching them perfection. I desire to demonstrate to one simple human being that a selfless, patient and passionate lover exists for them. I want to show one person that a lover or friend without bias, resentment, betrayal, or hate has chosen them. 

I am burning to show someone that within me compassion reigns. It sounds silly, but I want to be the best person I know and I don’t want anybody to take that title away from me.

I want you to be completely certain that if you hurt me, I won’t hurt you back even if you murder my heart and sanity.

Perhaps, I sound a little insane or narcissistic, but my idealism is the best part of me.