My Mr. Perfect

  I was watching a T.V show on the TLC channel last night, it was about a family who has seventeen kids and one more on the way. When they first starting showing the show the oldest boy was about the same age as I am now.

On this newest episode the boy is now 20 and he was planning on proposing to the girl he liked. It was so sweet! he flew all the way to Florida, from Arkansas, (long distance relationship!) and on her birthday surprised her with a big bunch of balloons and a ring. Watching it I was so jealous! They were so cute together, holding hands and telling each other they loved each other. I was incredibly jealous.

It got me thinking about my "Mr.Right". I don't want the Mr.Perfect guy, how boring would that be. Especially for me, since I am far from perfect. Tall, dark, handsome, perfect, all are really shallow words that I don't care that much about. 

I want my best friend. Someone I can talk to about anything and everything. A gentleman, a real man who works hard and likes guns and hunting. (He can't be a football nut though!) I want someone who is tough but sweet at the same time. I don't care about looks that much, a little bit, but not much.

Yeah, my Mr.Perfect will not be perfect, it's just not realistic, my best friend is someone I can spend the rest of my life with, so fun things with, go to new places, hopefully have kids, and even fight with, *gasp* LOL

I wrote a poem, and my friend picked one out for me to post as well.

  I'll do the one my friend picked out first:

What If

What happens when the 

Clock stops ticking,

And the Sun

Refuses to shine?

What if the clouds turn dark,

And the leaves fall off the trees?

What if the tears

Won't stop falling,

And my smile disappears?

What if my heart 

Wants to stop falling,

Will you still hold my hand?

What if colors faded away,

And nothing was as it seems?

What if everything 

Turned hard

And cold?

How long would Love last?

And then there's 

  Only You

What is it I want?

Not wealth, nor fame

No, not beauty.

What could I desire?

Not mansions, not ease

Or comfort.

What then do I long for?

Only you,

My Dearest-too-Me.