My dear,
When I was a kid I wanted to marry the man of my dreams. I wanted him to be protective but not overbearing, to have mid-blue eyes (not too dark, not too light), to have hay-ish blonde-ish hair, to be two to three inches taller than me, to have a voice just deep enough, to be fit but not too fit, and for him to have straight teeth an Australian accent and a wild past.
Right now, I’m married to the man of my dreams. He’s nothing like that.
People think they have a type until they fall in love.
Falsely yours,
A. Nonymous
