hairy legged boys

So there's this boy who likes to pray with me on the phone and I may or may not like him. He creates all these butterflies that I'm not so sure about. I miss having butterflies with the guy I was comfortable with but maybe time will eventually help me let him go. This guy is different, but I feel like I say that a lot. The word "friend" keeps being used by him, I am fond of the word he uses because it makes me feel more comfortable. He knows nothing about me and I like this a lot, it is a fresh start with a guy that wants to prove himself to me. Yeah, I'm crushin'. So there's that.

There are a few hairy legged boys (as my mom would call them in high school) that would love for me to develop feelings for them in a way that is nearly impossible for me. They all want me to drop every emotion toward the guy I've always known so that they will have a chance. I wish they would realize that their lips do not belong on mine. Friendship is the only door I leave cracked now, I am not looking for anything more. Some of them are so stupid, banging on a locked door that they think they can open.

There are also a few hairy legged boys who have taken it upon themselves to prove that love exists. I believe God has provided me with genuine guys in my life that have become like brothers to me to say "Haley, My love exists. Do not give up on love."

People laugh at my standards and I am okay with that. It is the people who do not settle and wait for what they know they deserve that get handed what they need. At this point in my life I do not know what I need out of a man, I am leaving that up to God. I have settled all my life and I have finally found the peace in patiently waiting. Jumping at whatever seems good at the time is not romantic or clever.

Hairy legged boys can cause a lot of confusion in my brain.