Love by the Water

I have been wanting to write while watching the water for some time now. It is nice to hear the movement of the water, feel the breeze and watch the boats pass by. It is a beautiful day. I have been thinking a lot lately. I think about love, relationships, my relationship and what I want for myself and my family. I want so much. I expect so much. I wonder if I expect too much. Do I expect too much? Is my vision of love realistic? It seems as if I am searching for Mr. Perfect when that person simply does not exist. What if I already gave up on my love, thinking I would find a greater love? It is the oddest thing. I am a hopeless romantic yet I have given up on true romance. How about that? I have traded in the poems and sensitive gestures for displays of male prowess. When did being the good guy become a bad thing? Why are assholes and douche-bags the ideal choice? It is so unfortunate. I have a great guy who truly cares about me, but for some reason it is not enough. Can I be satisfied? I understand that no one is perfect but what does that mean when you are looking for the one? What is the equation for love?