I prefer the man of my reality instead of the man of my dreams. There’s something in Mr. Reality’s faults and imperfections that makes him relevant to me. I can see his mishaps and triumphs in an appreciative light because I know he put in work to experience the good and the bad.

The man of my reality is far better than the man of my dreams and no, I’m not settling. What I am settling into are his imperfections, his stumbles and his mistakes.

Sounds weird, I know, but that’s reality. The man you love will get hit with life and fall hard, but his getting up is sexier than anything else and this I can appreciate. I dare not try to change him because his imbalances have me chemically imbalanced and so completely intoxicated that a 12 Step program would do no good…unless run by R. Kelly

The man of my reality is so close to my reach that I can say with confidence; dreams do come true.

Know why?

Because the man of my reality is the man of my dreams.

That’s my word.
Peace.

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