There are often times when I think about you more than I do me. I used to think what you wanted, I wanted too. I still want a family, a small home on the beach and everything else in between but I can't surely know that until I find me. And with all honesty, who am I? I can describe myself favorably but truthfully: Five feeet and nine inches, dark brown hair, brown eyes, (I will skip the weight part), stylish, comical, ditzy...I can go on and on. But those are all just words. I would like to think that I am more than adjectives in a description. This is where the real challenge begins.
