Barbie

My Mr. Darcy, Augustus Waters, Peter Kavinsky and who else. Dreaming in summer love affairs of perfect boyfriends described in endless number of books and hours long movies. I was looking for the tall, broad shouldered man with sharp jawlines. Hoping for a bad guy with good intentions, sweet and spicy all in one flesh. I was looking for the one who'll complete me in all the wrong places.I was searching for that perfect guy in novels, netflix shows and reality tv dramas that shows the exact opposite of what ‘real’ really is. I made a whole page of tick boxes for my ideal man. I was hoping to find Barbie's boyfriend and make him my own. 

I didn't know the guy who isn’t even half of the description I made for my future boyfriend in tick boxes is the guy who's meant to be with me. I was so focused ticking boxes I didn't need. I left the guy who's willing to give me his whole to a non-existent man I am so in love with - who'll only give me half his heart, well, I am not even sure if he'll give me any. 

I am dying for fictional characters, made-up stories, I forgot to live for a love that’s true.