Blinking back tears

Glancing at this blog, I found myself blinking back tears. No, I wasn't crying for the men I have left behind or who have left me behind. I was crying for the person I used to be, who I still wish I could be. How have I become so jaded? What happened to the girl who believed in true love? Now I just want to find someone who I can be comfortable with for an extended amount of time, who shares my faith and values, and who can handle my illnesses. In my heart, I know I'll never find the kind of love I used to want, so I'll settle for what I can have.

Recently, a male friend who will remain nameless has become rather appealing to me. He's not appealing in the sense of "I desperately want to kiss him." He's appealing in the sense of "I'm comfortable with this person. He shares my faith and values. He's respectful, stable, dependable, reliable, and good." However, I have no intention of making a move. He deserves better than a jaded sick girl.