Life

Is my honesty making me vulnerable? Vulnerable to the deception of another.They listen and understand what I want. They become that exact person.My requirements are what they show me. They become what I want. If they dress in my desires even though it is a false garb -they show me what I want..how do I then say no? How do I filter the real from the artificial when my perception is flawed.Flawed not by my inability to see the truth but my inability to see how my own requirements communicated in the flow of things-become anothers purest way to decieve me.

A face so perfect with glistening eyes. A softness around them of the honest kind. Interpretation is harder..I can't read between the lines..a speech so eloquent that it turns my instinct blind. A figment of my imagination or reality personified. A deep fear of trusting the unworthy and keeping myself well away. A want not to look back and regret if this day should slip away.

What am I looking for? How do I answer that question? Words are my ink.. Someone with the same values as myself both traditional and islamic. A concept of decency where respect is paramount irrespective of age, creed or gender. Where gender doesn't become a discriminating factor. As a woman my accomplishments are not overlooked just because his career is going places! I will be supportive but even in that role will have my own identity. I want to be in the position where living without him is not an option ...but is hoping for such a connection naive? Am I being skeptical because it always seems to happen to somebody else? Be happy for the ones who are blessed and the ones who are yet to be.. blessed? Age is but a number -why is it repeated and challenged? Does it make me a wiser person or you less so? If traditions chalk out a different route and I have chosen another ...why is this pointed out to me like a mistake? My choices at the end of the day -are exactly that -mine!They wer...