Happy Endings
Every girl grows up with watching the Disney Princess movies, or has heard the stories where prince charming rides up on a white horse and takes her away from anything and everything bad. But what happens when that little girl realizes life isn’t really like that? What happens when she never finds her prince charming? OR when she realizes he doesn’t exist.
Everyone wants to find that perfect person. That one person who knows you better than you know yourself. The one person who can make your day better when the entire world is crashing in around you. That one person you want to be with at the end of every day.
Not everyone finds Mr. Prefect. Not everyone can be that lucky. Not everyone ends the day with a smile on their face…
But for the first time in my life I do. I’m that lucky. And I found Mr. Perfect.
I still don’t know what I did and I still have doubts about this whole thing but everyday I am learning to trust that this is real.
For the longest time I convinced myself Prince Charming didn’t exist and I was never going to be as happy as those couples on TV or my friends in relationships. I convinced myself I wasn’t good enough for Prince Charming and I would just settle for the first man to shoot me a smile. I put myself down, told myself I wasn’t pretty enough and that no man in his right mind would ever look my way or even think twice about me.
I wanted so bad to find these certain characteristics that I wouldn’t stop and realize love is about give an take. Love is about compromise. Love isn’t about how much love you start out with but how much love you end with.
In the past two years, alone, I have thought I was “in love” at least 3 times. I wanted so badly to have what someone else had. To have that person I could cuddle with, to have that person to lean on and to have that person to just hold my hand. I wanted so badly to believe in love that I gave up a lot of who I was to find it.
But that’s the thing, I think in giving up who I was and trying to be someone else I found what love really is. I found out that love is listening to rap when all you want to listen to is country. I found that love is worrying about someone when they are upset. Love is getting lost in a really great hug. Love is understanding each other’s busy schedules. Love is the way he looks at me.
No, I’m not saying I’m in love. I’m still trying to convince myself that Garth is real and everything he’s doing is truly because he cares about me. I’m just saying that by losing myself I figured out what love wasn’t and realized what love is.
