Reva, 60
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About Me
I imagine I am a lot like you and never expected to find myself single at this age but I'm making the best of each of day and strive to live life to the fullest. Life is good but I'd really like to have someone to share it with.I strive to accept people "as is" not as a project for me to develop....but I am also very supportive of a partner's goals and believe part of loving someone is supporting them in their efforts to do what's best, even if it is not best for you.Like you, I understand want and need and believe I have spent years post divorce reflecting on what I want, need and have.I have some baggage but it's checked in a bag I leave by the door, after all, who really gets through life without any. If you have children, great, so do I and I'd welcome yours with open arms. When I was a child, I dreamed I would become a good woman with open arms and a strong heart. I wanted hands like my mother's and brown eyes. I admired women of a certain age, their beauty from a life well-lived, their faces full of character, their eyes graced with laugh lines. I wished for someone to be in love with me, who wrote messages out on bits of ripped paper, holding them up to me one phrase at a time. ...I miss you / I love you, simple words from the heart.When I was a young woman, I dreamed I would find a good man, with steady hands and a face carved by mountain winds. I dreamed I would bake him bread and he would take me to the country to live... raise cabbages and goats and carry sleepy-eyed children off to bed after an evening of chasing fireflies and we'd live happily ever after. Years passed as they always do. Dreams changed – only a few came true.When I was a middle-aged woman, I dreamed I would be a good woman, soothing the world with a bowl of soup and a hug for those who have no one to hug them back. I dreamed I'd find a man more precious than gold, not on a bicycle on some quiet back road or sitting in the park savoring the cherry blossoms, but in springtime.I often thought I might find him in a coffee shop, perhaps he'd be drinking hot chocolate and I'd see his face reflected in my coffee and we'd talk for hours, hours that turned into days where we would understand, finally, the weight of human hearts and just how fragile they can be. Perhaps we'd find a place to live and lounge all day in jeans and sweatshirts, eating cold plums and listening to music....or drinking German beer while I listen to his tales of where he has been, his hands waving and me leaning far forward, watching his face and the way his history and words roll off his tongue.Perhaps share a bottle of wine on stormy nights listening to the crickets chirping as the evening rolled in or perhaps morning would arrive and we'd share coffee wrapped in old blankets watching the sun come up.And certainly the passing years would have taught us that no matter how bad the day that we would always come together in the night and become whole again.I hold these dreams with clenched fists but love with an open hand and open heart, for I know no other way.I still dream dreams filled with wants and needs but they are more vivid now and I feel the lack in my life so clearly.My life and the rooms in it, are often lit only by candles, I see my silhouette in the window – measuring the passing of time by the changing of seasons, Waiting, waiting,waiting.My hands wear his absence -the absence of a man I have yet to meet.I fall asleep reading Pablo by candlelight and listening to the sounds of a cello.In my dreams my thoughts are restless, there are no uttered words, no known languages, no poetry even. There is no urgency, only the sense that I will wait a lifetime if need be. In my dreams I am learning to process this, learning to let it settle upon my skin like warm breath in the middle of the night.I am a work in progress.I take not one minute for granted, I sleep with the hope I find another day.You can never go wrong with simple pleasures such as a cup of coffee, a glass of wine, or an art show. I even like hardware stores and love bookstores.
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