Chasing the Storm

I was never a girl that the boys wanted. I’m still not. In fact, I don’t think I ever will be the girl that the boys want. I don’t think I am the girl that someone out there dreams about at night. I don’t even think the man I am going to marry dreams about a girl like me. I am not the girl that is desired.

I do think that I am exactly what someone out there needs though. I think and hope that someday I enter someone’s life. He will see me and become curious. It will no longer be about finding the girl of his dreams, but instead, following the storm. Dancing in my rain, seeing the lightning in my eyes, riding on the clouds. I will be his hurricane, destroying everything he ever expected from love. And he will chase me, captivated by the strength and turmoil that I wield.