“Believe nothing on the faith of traditions,
even though they have been held in honor
for many generations and in diverse places.
Do not believe a thing because many people speak of it.
Do not believe on the faith of the sages of the past.
Do not believe what you yourself have imagined,
persuading yourself that a God inspires you.
Believe nothing on the sole authority of your masters and priests.
After examination, believe what you yourself have tested
and found to be reasonable, and conform your conduct thereto.”

—

Buddha

Letter to Future Boyfriend

Dear Future Boyfriend,

Lately I have been thinking of relationships and how I feel towards them. I've come to the final resolution that I refuse to play games, be a pawn in one, or settle for anything less than what I deserve. I've been thinking about you. You and me; together. You are nothing but an appararition at this time but one day I know you will manifest yourself in front of my eyes and I need you to know (along with myself) what I expect and what I feel I deserve. Future Boyfriend, there could be an endless list of things that I want from you but I know I cannot honestly have the perfect guy. The thing is, I don't want you to be perfect. Perfect is boring and College Girl does NOT mix well with boring or perfection. I ask for honesty, faitfulness, sweet kisses, a soft hand, and an even softer voice. I expect the ability for good conversation, good company, lots of smiles, and even the expected frowns. From you I want the moments where we make silly faces just to make the other smile. I want the moments where you're so aggravating that I want to kill you but you do something sweet to make me forget the fact that you left the toilet seat up. There will be two seperate lives between us and we will not leave our friends, families, goals, or priorities behind. But, as well as our seperate lives we will create a new one. A one including you and I as a team. You and I. That sounds nice. I don't expect flowers everyday, because birthdays and holidays are enough for me. I don't expect a shower of compliments all day, every day. Kisses will not be something I need every 10 minutes. I want to wrestle, I want you to tickle me no matter how many times I tell you that I am not ticklish, and I watn you to go to Wal-Mart and shop for makeup with me. Not happily of course. You will talk about how annoying and pointless it is, but you will do it anyways. That would be sweet. And... maybe you'll push the cart. And maybe you won't. Either way, I don't care. We will be our own person, and I expect that from you. I will not make you my priority and I hope that you don't want me to be yours. I will be there for you when your roommate yells at you, when you get a bad grade, when your day goes bad, and even when you're having a good day. I will be the ear to vent to, the arms to wrap yourself in, the lips to kiss, the hand to hold. I can be the voice that calms you, the girl that drives you wild, and I can be the one that you can always count on. I want you to be the same for me. We won't compare each other to an ex, because they don't matter to our right now, our tomorrow, our yesterday, and our days to come. K, thanks. I hope that's not too much for you.

College Girl.