Talent is attractive. The way somebody moves or carries themselves can be attractive. Fairness, reason, choice, an ability to make me laugh despite myself.

I always seem to have a lot to learn, no matter how much I think I know or how good I think I’ve become at something, there is always something to disprove it and make me realise that I am so young. Not that there is anything wrong with being young, but I think I would like to get to a point where I have learnt how to be a woman and I am dearly satisfied with it’s result. I don’t think I’ve ever met anybody seeking contentment more than me. Content, not ambition, not even happiness, just a skeleton of rested bones and a tranquility that lets me sleep at night and smile all day.