I have my own imperfections; I know that I’m not the most perfect person in the world. I won’t claim to know everything about life because I really don’t. All I really know for a fact; are the things I’ve been through and the things I’ve learned. I could tell you many stories of a broken heart, and they would be about people I know or about myself. I could also tell you the sweetest love stories that would make you cry, but I won’t tell you something I know nothing about. I could tell you about the type of person I am, and all that will be true. I am a woman who lives life as it comes, waiting for that special person who will bring me happiness. I’m that woman everybody may recognize, but only a few people really know. The type of woman who doesn’t play with people’s hearts because I know from experience how much it hurts. The type of woman who will express my feelings at times, and have my own words slap me across my own face. I am the type of woman who trusts everybody at first, but once they take advantage of that same trust, it’s gone. A woman who has been made a fool, time and time again, but somehow finds strength to get up and try again. I’m the kind of woman who will be as sincere as I can and at times be taken as a joke. I am a woman that will try my hardest to laugh away my tears because I know I must be strong. I’m a woman who puts God first, and then everyone I love. I’m a woman who has learned that things fall apart, for other things to come into place. I’m the type of woman who will think everything through, in every possible way, before giving someone new a chance. A woman who loves harder than anyone could ever imagine. A woman who’s learned so much but knows so little and wants to know more. I’m a woman in this world that knows that I have my own imperfections, and I go day by day happy to have them because I know they make me different.