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What I Want...

I want a family of my own.

I want a husband who'll provide for me and have my back. Someone who wants to be with me and me alone. A person who sees me and still thinks I'm a good idea.

I want someone I can dream with. Someone who won't think I'm crazy or stupid because I'm afraid of bugs. Someone who'll be willing to go on adventures with me and introduce me to new things.

I want someone to love me.

Is that really too much to ask?

I sometimes wonder how I made it all the way to 46 with no permanent man on the horizon. Yes, I realize that's not the only thing to life, but I swear to you, it's something I want and feel like I need.

I want babies, too. (Since I'm telling you what I want, I might as well put it all out there.) More than one. I want to shape human beings with my loving husband by my side.

I want my life to mean something to the world. I want to leave something behind besides bills.

I want to live in a great condo -- if I don't have kids -- or a great house if I do. I want it to be bug-free and spacious. I want a kitchen I can create beautiful healthy meals for my family that won't kill them in the long run.

I want my heart to feel safe at all times. To be clear, I realize that my heart may not be safe. But I want the man I love to make me feel like he can slay dragons on my behalf.

I just want a life filled with love.

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