Question: Do you believe in love? Not just the idea or concept; rather the passionate, all encompassing, beautiful fairytale? And if you do, are you crazy to believe in it?
That is a question that has been plaguing me my whole life – maybe because I grew up a romantic – the thought of living happily ever after with Prince Charming holding my white gloved hand as we rode off into the sunset while we pledged our undying devotion to each other always made my tiny heart flutter. Maybe its the girl from the “broken home” in me – the one who always hoped that she would find someone who could love her as much as she loved him. Or maybe its even the lit geek in me – who read on as Gatsby devoted his life to win the heart of his beloved Daisy, Darcy admitting his deepest affections for his Elizabeth, and of course – looking on as the infamous Romeo and Juliet struggled to find a way to be together without worry. Whatever the case might be, the point is I am in love with the idea of love – and some how obtaining the unobtainable – the elusive”happily ever after”.
Many people think I’m crazy – to believe that such as love can exist and thrive in a world outside of a screen or tattered page – and maybe those naysayers are right. But all my life I have seen the world as “a million little fairytales waiting to come true”, so why stop now when I’m finally at the age to begin the journey?
Which brings me to my next question: Do you believe in destiny? And if you do, Do you believe in Soul-mates?
Because I do. I wholeheartedly believe that things – more often people – come into your life for a reason. Before you ramble off the list of lovers you’ve scorned (or have scorned you) or even the list of loves lost and hearts broken, hear me out. Stop and think: without that first heartbreak, you wouldn’t know what felt like to lose someone you loved, or even that you were capable to have love. Without that lover who scorned you, you wouldn’t have figured out what you want out of a relationship. And without that love lost – that big what if – you wouldn’t understand the regret that comes with not taking the chance on love. These stories, these memories are merely stepping stones that line the pathway leading to the person who is going to be the almighty “one”: the one friend, comedian, lover, aggressor, teacher and most importantly – the one person who will change your life forever.
And maybe I am too optimistic, naive, or simply delusional – but maybe my hope of what love is or should be, is right.