What does love look like to you?
Is it safety, comfort, provision, support?
Is it giggles, stolen kisses, the brush of a hand across a cheek?
Is it commitment and words spoken at an alter?
Is it the thing you thought you’d found, but now realize is something much more?
As a single person, who loves love and can’t wait for a romance of my own, I’ve had plenty of time to dream about what it could be. I’ve also watched countless family and friends fall in love, marry, and begin lives together. Some have struggled, some have failed, some have suffered, some have succeeded in spite of the odds.
I’ve become a watcher, a student of love and relationships. I have edited my vision/dreams/hopes/list of non-negotiables. I have grown. I have learned from others’ mistakes. I know it is not always sunshine, flowers, and farts full of rainbows. I know there can and will be boredom, frustration, chores to be done, exhaustion, spiritual/emotional/intimacy disconnectedness, hurt feelings, sadness, misunderstandings, and the ridiculous inability to read your partner’s mind.
I still believe in the GREAT BIG LOVE STORY.
I believe that God is working on the perfect man for me.
I believe that I will have butterflies in my heart.
I believe that the love I’ve been waiting for will be utterly and amazingly SHOCKING.
I believe that through time and over the years, through the things I’ve learned from watching, there will be hard times. But I believe at the end of my life, I will look back and see a love story so beautiful, I could never have imagined it, nor written it.
And now I sound like Carrie Bradshaw:
Well, maybe it’s time to be clear about who I am. I am someone who is looking for love. Real love. Ridiculous, inconvenient, consuming, can’t-live-without-each-other love.
Call me a space cowboy, call me gangsta of love, call me maurice, if you will. But know this, in spite of everything I’ve seen and no matter what the world tells me, I believe, I BELIEVE in the pompitous of love…and I won’t quit speaking of it or searching for it until I’ve got my arms wrapped around the one for me…and even then, I doubt I’ll stop.