The “one” isn’t waiting for you with the glass slipper that fits you perfectly. The one is someone you choose, because you know when you’re with them, that’s exactly where you want to be.
There isn’t a perfect guy. But this is a good thing. Because our lives are built on imperfections. It is our flaws and quirks that make us unique, that define who we are, that shape the decisions we make and the life we create for ourselves.
It’s your favorite song coming on the radio, just at the right time. It’s the windows down on a beautiful summer day. It’s that first revitalizing sip of coffee in the morning. It’s warmth, security, and confidence.
Sometimes, infatuation can blind us and make us think that it’s really love.
You can move on, but you can’t really unlove someone. This is what I learned trying to rewrite poetry into lines and verses that didn’t sound like him and I. When I tried taking pictures down from my walls as if I could somehow erase the memories, make them less painful somehow.
It’s not that you don’t believe in romance. It’s just that you’re too sensible or too experienced to romanticize relationships.
True love is wanting the absolute best for someone, even if what is best for them is to not be in a relationship with you. True love wants them to soar, and not be weighed down by anything that doesn’t fully serve them. True love is unselfish. True love serves the person being loved on every level.
You love with a gentleness. This time, you aren’t crossing the street with both eyes shut. This time, you are checking. This time, you are loving without being blind.
Love is our oasis in the desert of the lonely.
You can’t pretend that it’s working just because you FEEL something.