I've dreamed of getting married for as long as I can remember. A hopeless romantic, I idealized love throughout middle and high school (who didn't?) and when I found it at 16 during a trip to Italy, I was floored. I had found the man of my dreams, in the country of my dreams and wasn't I lucky? After finishing high school, I moved to the boot to be with him and complete my schooling. Things didn't go as planned, and I ended up leaving 5 years into the relationship.
For the next 15+ years, I met and dated many men (not all of whom I'm proud of) in different situations and for various reasons, that all shared one common denominator: in my mind, each was potentially "The One". Blinded as I was by my own longing to be with a man, yet so naive and immature at the same time, I didn't realize that true love is not a fruit one just casually picks off a tree and eats. Fueled by fantasy, the Hollywood ideal and familial dysfunction, I was on a quest to marry and isn't it ironic I never did?
I know of no one who wanted to tie the proverbial knot more than I - it's what I was consumed with day and night - yet it has eluded me my entire life thus far. To be fair, I've had a lot of ups and downs, many twists and some hideous turns that have hurled my journey and my headspace in an entirely unusual direction, that haven't exactly made it easy for me in the betrothing department - but that hasn't stopped me from trying... We don't always do what's best for us.
So where am I now? Having just recently broken off an engagement, I find myself, strangely, in a good place. Despite the pain and nausea of heartache, I've realized what love really is and what it's not. I can't say it any better than 1 Corinthians 13:4-7 "Love is patient and kind.