TreshAdventure

Tuesday, May 29, 2012

I'LL WAIT FOR THE RIGHT MAN (MAY 27,2012 4:45 AM)


My name is Tresha Joy
Salido. I'm not a perfect girl that a man wanted. I'm not pretty,nor sexy. Just an ordinary and simple human being. But inspite of those imperfections
, I want to be treated perfect by being me. I've been hurt so many times by the wrong man that I love once. They also love me but,they don't respect me,all they want is to feed their fantasy. They only want me in the other ways. But somehow not all of them are the same. Their was once a man that came into  my life. I love him so much but thay was only yesterday. He used to care and love me like no one  does. But not all fairy tales end up with a happy ending. And maybe God has s purpose why such things happened. I already done everything in the name of  love. I love too much, I give too much, but in the end, I only got pain. I'm only left alone, just only me,myself and I. I'm just thankful that I have those friends with me. Listen to me, figths for me,and always their through thick annd thin. And for now,, I'm waiting for the right man that I'm going to love. A man who will love me with no bounderies,and love me for who and what I am,a mann whose willing to wait and respects me;)
A man who won't care that I'm inncapable of sittinng still, that I can't grasp the comcept of cleaning and I refuses to be a ladylike. A man who realizes that half the decisions I make are usually ones I regret. A man who knows how completely insane I am and he  WOULDN'T WANT ME IN ANY OTHER WAY.

LOVE IS.. ( may 26 2012 6:36pm)


Love is smudge mascara
The leftover food in the refrigerator
The pen and paper
Tangles on your hair

Love is the sweet words fro, your lovers
A half complete cigarette
A diet coke
A rainbow sprinkles on your cupcake

Love is the sound of the winds in your window
The dampness of your hair
The red varnished on your finger nails
The music playing on your iPod

Love is the flaky paints on your wall
The bubble gum stuck on your desk
The teddy you keep since you’re a child
The kiss you blow on your crush

Love is the clothes you wear
5 am morning breath
Undeserved success and recognition
Telling lies and not getting caught

Love is consuming too much alcohol
Watching people fucking up around
Make up sex
Love is me and you..­­