About Love (Part 1)
For years, I devoted myself to longing. I long for a reply to a text message, for a good night text after a hard day, or for a man that I like to look at me in a certain way. If I were in a relationship, I would want it to last forever. I felt like my journey of waiting should be over, and I don’t want another season of waiting. I wanted a happily ever after, just like in the princess stories I fantasize about. Forgive me for sounding cheesy, but it was longing for a connection, for true love. And in order for it to happen, I was willing to wait, no matter how long. That subtle feeling spread out into my life just like a mist that turned into fog; thus, I could not see anything clearly with it there I used to think that love was the source of my unhappiness, but it was not. In spite of the truth of it, I was only obsessed with the idea itself. All those nights I spent asking, “Will I ever find the love of my life?” without even daring to think about what precisely it was. Furthermore,