It seemed only fitting that I
realized my obsession with love on Valentine’s Day. Ever since I was a little
girl, prince charming was engrained into my brain. I was a true romantic, only
interested in books or movies with a juicy love story rooted into the plot. I
set my life around love and it touched every aspect of my life. I wrote about
love like I’d felt it a million times over, but in reality, I’ve never really
been in love once. My vision of what love is was so sugarcoated that I don’t
think anyone could have called it anything short of a fantasy…and unfortunately
that’s exactly what it was: a fantasy. My writings were my escape from my
non-existent love life and in reality…my standards were too high for a too average
girl. I’ve been with too many guys that weren’t right for me. Carrie
Underwood’s song, “The More Boys I Meet,” is constantly on replay as she sings
the story of my life. “I close my eyes, kiss that frog…I’ll give anyone a shot
once…” Now, on Valentine’s Day, I sing it at the top of my lungs, smiling, because
of how true miss Underwood’s lyrics really are. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not
miserable, or bitter, or constantly looking for someone. Actually, I’m
perfectly happy with who I am and where I am in my life. Just because I don’t
have anyone now though, and I feel like I’ve seen all that’s to be seen,
doesn’t mean that I’ll give up.
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