I’ve Accrued A Whole Lotta Love Stories, But Not A Lotta Love

I’ve collected roses and unread text messages. I’ve gathered first-date stories and last-date comedies. I’ve assembled big hopes and crumbled big dreams. I’ve stockpiled apologies and late-night adventures. I’ve hoarded memories, could-have-beens, and almosts. I’ve accrued a whole lotta love stories, but not a lotta love. 

I’ve collected butterflies in my tummy and words in my throat. I’ve gathered small talk and deep, heartfelt conversations. I’ve assembled both immediate sparks and delayed shocks. I’ve stockpiled dating apps and intriguing questions. I’ve hoarded goodbyes and belly-bursting laughter. I’ve accrued a whole lotta love stories, but not a lotta love. 

I’ve collected regrets as well as a few go-to outfits. I’ve gathered poetry from a splintered and bursting heart. I’ve assembled lists of the best (and worst) date spots. I’ve stockpiled heartbreaks and stirring first impressions. I’ve hoarded souvenirs from a lifetime as a hopeless romantic. I’ve accrued a whole lotta love stories, but not a lotta love. 

I’ve collected chance encounters and spontaneous moments. I’ve gathered ticket stubs and hangovers. I’ve assembled group chat discussions and screenshots. I’ve stockpiled lonely nights and nights that made me feel alive. I’ve hoarded mementos and keepsakes buried deep within my heart. I’ve accrued a whole lotta love stories, but not a lotta love. 

In all of these years of dating and searching, I’m still holding out for you. In all of this time on the edge of being single, I still have all of this hope in my heart for you. And now it seems there’s a little more time before I can meet you; a little more time before our story can begin and never end. But I’ve been waiting my whole life for you, so what’s a little more waiting now too? Besides, I still have a whole lotta love to give you.