Compromising Position

It feels like only yesterday when I was young and naive, eagerly looking for love --eagerly looking for what everyone else called "love". But now I'm old and jaded and no longer believe that love is the answer to what I was looking for.

I'm only 24, by the way. So I'm not that old. Okay, I'M TWO MONTHS AWAY FROM BEING 25 (AND I'M FREAKING OUT!). So I guess maybe I am old. I feel old. I feel old because in your twenties you are supposed to be at a point where you meet "the love of your life". In your twenties you're not supposed to lose the love who you thought was the love of your life. Breaking up in your twenties is hard. I mean almost everything that happens in your twenties is hard. But breaking up is really, really hard. At this age, you watch your friends who haven't been in a steady relationship start being in a steady relationship. And those other friends who have been in a steady relationship, they start going for the next step of their relationships. Marriage. (Also, babies).

Meanwhile you, fresh from getting your heart broken and your dreams crushed, wonder how long these wounds will heal and when you will be "ready for love" again. What if it takes too long. What if that chance has passed you by unnoticed.

What if you missed it.

What if you'll never find "the one". What if there is no "the one" and everyone else on earth is just compromising. What if you shouldn't end that one-relationship-that-went-rather-well-until-you-weren't-sure-he's-"the-one"?

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