Repeat after me: “I love having sex with you.”
“I told him this morning that if he doesn’t stop buying kitchen utensils, I’ll have to stop having sex with him.”
Stage two: Utter denial. At this point you’re starting to get a clue but you just can’t get yourself to admit the gut wrenching truth. Your friends start to give each other the side eye when you tell them how long it’s been since he’s texted you and you’re starting to forget what his face looks like in person.
Between kissing in the rain, which never even happened, to scenes of us embracing each other, speaking of longing and despair comes the reality of the love I had. Or, the love I thought I had. The love I had in my mind; the love that never really existed.
Isn’t it funny how it’s the destructive and even toxic relationships that are the hardest ones to let go of?
When we look back at Cory and Topanga’s relationship, we tend to remember the highlights.
“We were together. I forget the rest.”
While every relationship needs some common ground to stand on, I urge you to abandon your preconceived notions of what your partner should be like and take my advice, date your opposite.
“You’re too smart.” I’ve heard that phrase from potential suitors (and general people I meet) too often. Too smart for what? Too smart in relation to whom? Too smart for you, perhaps? I am mediocre at best on the scale of intelligence.
As much as I do love daydreaming and mindlessly pinning away the details of my dream wedding on Pinterest, there is this notion out there that always leaves me wanting…why does the perfect love story require finding your other half? Why does a person have to complete you?