I believe...

I believe in true love.  I believe it truly exists.  I haven't experienced it yet but I know it does exist.  Just like a child may never have seen Santa but they know in their heart of hearts that he exists, I too believe that true love, though I have never experienced it, does exist.  The Santa example may not make sense but it goes to the heart of belief.  The belief that despite all the negatives, holding on to that one true feeling, allows one to have hope.

I have hope.  I have hope that one day, I too will get to experience that amazing feeling of true love.  Now don't get me wrong, I am a realist at heart but the truth of the matter is that as a realist, the notion of true love, being with the one person who truly understands you, truly knows you, warts and all and loves you in spite of all your flaws is something I have sought my whole life.

I'll be 40 in November and I still have hope that I will meet, marry and have a family, the life I want with the love of my life.

The problem lies in how to find my true love.  I don't even know where to start and I'm not looking to try out any more guys in order to find "him."  I just keep praying that God will make a way.  I trust God implicitly and know that only He can make the connection between myself and my true love possible.

I'm tired of compromising in order to find happiness.  My belief is that once you find your true love, no compromise is necessary because for whatever reason, things just seem to fall into place with this person.  You understand one another, you're symbiotic, it's effortless.

All that being said, I am a realist after all and know that nothing is perfect.  There will be moments of disagreements but with your true love, it all just goes back to being the way it was before.  The break in the flow will not mar the flow.  It will not impede the progression of the life you share.  It's a bump that is dealt with and left behind.  There is no such thing as perfection, I more than anyone know that, but the idea that there is someone out there who sees me as a treasure, as the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow, that he has spent all this time looking for me, wondering who I am, where I am, how we'll meet, makes me smile and makes the anticipation of us meeting even more amazing.

I know he exists, just like he knows I exist.  It's just a matter of time before we meet.  I'm of the age where I want what I want now, but also have faith and trust in God that His time for our union to take place will happen when it's meant to happen.  

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Unknown said…
Hey sis, they say it happens when you're not looking or thinking about it. Keep your heart open and your head on alert mode. Both are needed when it is decision making time. You're never too old to fall in love or meet that special person. Don't let anyone tell you anything different. But keep your wits about you. And have fun all the way. That's so necessary!
April 3, 2015 at 5:58 AM
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