What do you hope for, in this walk of life, when looking at the long term? To find Mr. Right?

I remember meeting a woman who had been a companion for over 30 years of her life. She still smouldered, under her proud features and slick style.

"I don't regret a single moment of it."

I asked her what advice she had, looking back on it all: "Be good to your men, and they'll be good to you."

I'm hoping that I'll be able to look back and say that these were some of the best years of my life. That I don't regret it, that there were those who made it all worth while. I want to feel I lived life to the fullest, and maybe even managed to learn something about myself and life in the meantime. And I hope that there will always be those I can still call friends.

The ones that matter, whether they go or stay, whether it was a couple of dates or years of seeing each other, leave their mark on you. They change the way you look at the world a little. Over time, I've become a Picasso of little moments that shape the way I experience the world.

I'm not looking for Mr. Right, I'm hoping the ones who can be fondly remembered will find me. That some will touch me and leave their mark. I hope that the ones who will be fondly remembered, can find me.