I believe in Fairytales and Soulmates and Love and in everything that is Magic.  I believe that growing old together is a privilege, not a life sentence.  I’m a three page hand written love letter in a world of relationship status updates.  At forty eight, fairytales look more like a man who makes me laugh.  Who isn’t afraid to be silly with me.  Who doesn’t blink when I suggest we take a weekend drive to anywhere with nothing but a change of clothes, a camera and the dogs.  A man who sees my abandonment issues and loves me through them.  A man who has his own interests and allows me to have mine.  I want to build a life with someone.  Grow old together.  A partner in crime.  To be able to trust someone with my heart.  Someone to keep me grounded.  I’m content being alone but it would be nice to share this life experience with someone.