The Man Of My Dreams.

There's this girl I know.

A really sweet girl who wants a man.

A man who would love her for who she is.
A man who would tolerate her little bits of craziness and still find them adorable.
A man she could talk to for hours about her day without him getting tired of listening.

She said he would be handsome.
Fit physically.
Fit spiritually.
Fit emotionally.
Fit mentally… basically fit in every “-ally” you can think of.

He would be patient.
Supportive.
Hardworking.
Understanding.

As she spoke, her eyes lit up with excitement, like she had already met him somewhere in her imagination.

Then she paused, smiled a little, and said,

“That’s the man of my dreams.”

And honestly, it sounded beautiful.

But as she kept talking, the list kept getting longer.

And longer.

Until I had to stop her for a second.

“Wait,” I told her.

Because the truth is, none of us are perfect.

And the man of her dreams probably won’t have every single thing on that list. One or two things might be missing. Maybe even a few more.

If she keeps moving from one man to another because they don’t check every box, she might keep searching forever.

Sometimes the right person isn’t the one who has everything you imagined.

Sometimes he’s just someone who is willing to grow, willing to try, and willing to love you despite your imperfections… just as you learn to love his.

Still, I hope that girl finds someone good.

Someone kind.

Someone genuine.

And maybe, in his own imperfect way…

The man of her dreams.