But that’s okay, because someday, I’ll find someone who will love me truly, despite my inadequacies. He may not be perfect, may not fit my Prince Charming fairy tale, but he’ll do just fine. And yes, I still believe in love. After all, if it didn’t exist, we couldn’t possibly even imagine something as crazy as that. Love isn’t just about feelings and emotions. Those are so temporal, so finite, so fleeting. Love is about sticking with it no matter what, through the good times and bad. Love is about waking up in the morning and seeing your loved one all mussed up and icky and still angry at you for last night’s argument and determining to persevere through the hard times because you know that as you grow and mature and age with each other, somehow, something even better than that first magical love will come to fruition, and it’ll have been worth all the tears and battles.
I will never be smart enough, talented enough, beautiful enough.
