let me save the world, but first let me save him from the world.

I am a hopeless romantic. I can't help but find myself interested in men that I think I will be able to save, as though it is my dream to find a man and rescue him from himself, hoping to expose him to the true man that he has the potential to be. I want to find the man inside of him that no one else sees. There is a thrill in this, going up against the odds and finding out for myself that there is a better man that lies behind the one that he is willing to share with everyone else- he is more complex. He is not who everyone else has perceived him to be. This heroine in me would one day love to save the world, but first she will start by saving 'him' from the world. It is as though I have justified this idea to myself in the light that I am doing good by giving him a second chance; a chance to open himself to another person, not necessarily as a lover, but simply just opening him up to be exposed to someone else for who he really is; an opportunity to be true, to move past the hard exterior that they front, taking off their mask and unveiling their truths. I may be naive; I do believe that everyone has good in them. I do not believe that there are any true villains in life, at least not through and through. No one is purely evil. This is a true reflection of my character, always wanting to find the good in people, always wanting to give people the chance to show that they are not all bad, but that they are good people. I enter these situations, mostly unknowingly, subconsciously, hoping that the good will outweigh the negatives. I hope that through praising the good that is unveiled, these men will forget about their bad parts and let the good parts take them over. Sadly, these scenarios always seem to end with heartbreak, sheer and utter disappointment. At least I give these people a chance, while keeping my own expectations high. It is not me that I do this for, I do it because I believe in them.