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Confessions Of A Single Girl Who Loves Love

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Luke Gottlieb
Luke Gottlieb

You know those girls who hate Valentine’s Day because it will just reinforce the fact that they are #foreveralone? And those girls who scowl in disgust at any sort of PDA that they see?

That’s not me.

I’m the type of girl who embraces Valentine’s Day because it’s the day of love and who wouldn’t love that? I’m the type of girl who cries with happiness when a friend tells me she’s in love with her boyfriend. I’m the type of girl who will straight up stare at a couple across the street because they look so in love. I love to see people kissing, hugging and whispering sweet nothings to one another, as if no one else were on this earth. It is completely inspiring. And completely breathtaking. 

The older I have gotten, the more I have realized how precious, sacred and rare it is for two people to find one another at the right time and place and then to fall deeply in love.

It is nothing short of a miracle. And just because I haven’t found that miraculous connection yet, doesn’t mean I can’t celebrate other peoples’ miracles.

I am a single girl who loves love. And these are my confessions: I love to see love bloom right before my eyes. I love when I see a man looking into his partner’s eyes and knowing immediately how they feel about each other. I love seeing teenage couples and watching how their sweaty hands intertwine together in the hot summer heat. I love watching wedding videos on youtube where the groom falls to his knees when he sees his wife for the first time. I love watching new couples dance in the rain together, laughing as the water soaks their clothes without a care in the world. I love seeing couples on the train who don’t care if anyone sees them kissing. I love when I see men with flowers in their hands and a smile on their lips, ready to surprise their wives for no reason at all.

I’m a single girl who loves love. Because when I see love, I’m looking at my future. You see, it’s all about your perspective. You can look at couples and feel miserable about yourself, or you can look at couples and know that someday, that’s going to be you.

One day you’re going to be walking hand in hand with your boyfriend, and a girl on the street will smile when she sees you.

One day, you’re going to be on the train kissing him on the mouth and not giving a damn who sees. One day, you’re going to be the one dancing in the rain with the one you love and feel so happy you could fly. Love is nothing to scoff at or to roll your eyes at.  It’s the most sacred thing we have on this earth. And it’s the closest thing to magic that we could ever experience. TC mark

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Poetry that will change you

This is for the women who are first to get naked, howl at the moon and jump into the sea. This is for the women who seek relentless joy; the ones who know how to laugh with their whole souls. The women who speak to strangers because they have no fear in their hearts. This is for the women who drink coffee at midnight and wine in the morning, and dare you to question it. This is for the women who throw down what they love, and don’t waste time following society’s pressures to exist behind a white picket fence. The women who create wildly, unbalanced, ferociously and in a blur at times. This — is for you.

“When Janne has a new poem written, I shut my life down to do nothing but read it, and then when I turn my life back on, everything is better.” — James Altucher

You’ve never read poetry like this before

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    An excellent outlook on life. Rather than be jealous of those who found love already, you are happy for them and look forward to the time that you join the happy couples.

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