"I'm not the silly romantic you think. I don't want the heavens or shooting stars. I don't want gemstones or gold. O have those thing already. I want... a steady hand. A kind soul. I want to fall asleep, and wake, knowing my heart is safe. I want to love, and be loved."
Truth be told. My Grandma Mary wrote this advice to me on a postcard years ago after a bought of painful teenage heartbreak. I thought it seemed so pessimistic and sad at the time. Now, I see how freeing it is to let go of expectation. She was wise, indeed, my Gram.