A lot of people in our generation are okay with a life of “just enoughs.” He loves me “just enough,” I have “just enough” education, people appreciate me "just enough."
I am not a “just enough” type of woman.
When it comes to love, I don't want a man that loves me “just enough.” One that keeps me up at night wondering if he truly loves me or if he’s just comfortable because my love is convenient. I will always want a love that keeps me on my toes. A love so strong and unapologetic, that I can’t help but giggle like a little girl every time I talk about him.
A love where communication is so important to us that we don’t have any fears and any problems are immediately brought up and resolved. A love so mature that we can sit with a $50 bottle of wine, and listen to Frank Sinatra by a fireplace, but the same love that allows us to sip on Four Lokos and beg the Uber driver to pull over before we yak.
I don’t want “just enough” education to get me by. I want to inquire so much knowledge that it flows out of my ears and covers the walls like wallpaper. I want to attend Graduate school and walk across the stage acknowledging every single person who told me I couldn’t make it. I want late nights and early mornings so one day when I'm in bed by 9 PM, I can appreciate how hard I worked my ass off to get to where I am.
I don’t want friends that appreciate me “just enough.” Ones that only reach out to me when they need something or ones that are incapable of forming their lips to say “congratulations” or “great job” when I have accomplished an amazing feat.
I want friends that I can call up at 3 AM and ask to go for a drive and within seconds, they're at my doorstep. Ones that will go to the bar and dance with me until the morning hours, who will hold my hair when I'm getting sick in the Bierrgarten bathroom and listen as I drunkenly confess my love for them.
I want a life filled with adventure, the strongest love, and so much laughter. Enough laughter that I have laugh lines when I'm 60 so whenever I look in the mirror I am reminded of all the splendid times I've had. I want to wake up every morning, looking forward to the day ahead, and go to bed every night knowing that I tried my hardest.
Life is short and "just enough" is not enough for a woman like me. Is "just enough" enough for you?






















