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Saga of a Bittersweet Southen Belle

Bienvenue! I need to get some words on paper and feelings out of my head. So I figured I'd put them on the internet for everyone to enjoy... Happy reading!

The Neverending Quest

Ever since I was a little girl, I've been told of a mysterious prince, supposedly equestrian equipped, who will someday come and sweep me off of my feet. All these tales of love, romance, soul mates, and destiny have been jammed into my skull non stop since before I could even understand such concepts, which I'm still not sure if I do. They tell me that there is someone for everyone. This idea baffles me most of all. Everyone? Seriously? How are we supposed to know anyway? It's not like this whole search comes with a instruction manual. What the hell am I supposed to be looking for? It's not like I'm going to find "the one" with a gigantic flashing neon sign over his head signaling that it's him. Is he supposed to make me laugh? Should he have nice hair? Does he make a lot of money? I fully believe that this "Perfect Guy Theory," as we shall call it, is absolutely unattainable.

But if or when we do, in fact, find someone that could possibly make all of our dreams come true, how do we know that it's right? How can we work up the courage to take that giant leap of faith to give up anything else that comes our way and give our heart to this person knowing that it might get broken? I've never been a risky person. Is it possible to avoid getting hurt without holding a part of ourselves back? Love leaves us out in the open and vulnerable, like a turtle out of its shell on a busy highway. We're just waiting for the next monster to come along and crush us to bits. How can I be sure that all the pieces will be left behind for me to put back together? Love, or anything close to it, changes you. It makes you see the world from another perspective. The other person leaves a little bit of themselves with you to be added in to the mix. Like a bullet stuck in a brain, unable to be removed, we carry with us everyone we've ever loved. Life can change in a split second and so can we. Maybe there's one change that we're waiting for. The once-in-a-lifetime change that will make us never want to be without the person who changed us again.
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