My name is Caprice

I wanted to write something of great importance and profoundness here today. Out of my capriciousness i've deleted about one, two, oh... a good three blogs.

I guess all I want to say is that when I fall in love, I want to be in sheer agony when he goes away. When he returns I want to feel the most limitless joy I have ever felt in my life. I want my world to function only because he's in it while still maintaining my independence. I want to be able to be myself however stubborn and lazy I am and vice versa--whatever his temperament. I have to able to argue with him but also admit my wrongs. And lastly, and quite possibly the most important, I don't want to take the small things for granted, for they matter just as much as the hugest doings.

I think a lot about my future relationships and like I said, i'm stubborn. In some ways, that also means that I am picky and exacting. I guess i'm at a turning point with LOVE. If it is not true love, then I don't want it at all.

I'm just waiting around for my Mr. Darcy. I must admit that I am a little impatient but what the hell... I'm young. I've spent most of my life alone. What's new. It's more exciting to indulge myself in the mystery of not knowing who my Mr. Darcy is. And when he finally comes around, I believe he will have been worth the wait.