Hopeless Romantic

It's been a long time since I went on one of these la-la land love rants. And so the want for love that I've been holding in a lifetime, is about to bleed through my fingertips, once again.

I am a homeless romantic. And I don't care what anyone says, when that day comes that I fall in love…Sparks will fly.  Everything about love amazes me, it intrigues me. I want to read about weddings, watch chick flicks, hear engagement stories. The happiest I am for people is when I can see that they have fallen happily in love. 

Love is not about money. It's not about what couple will make the most money, which girl will get the biggest diamond and what designer will make the dress. That is superficial and don't ever let me be that brat, taking for granted the meaning of love and family. Love is happiness, trust, understanding… it'll be the most exciting adventure in my lifetime. If you've found it, hold tight because that is incredible.

I was shot down the other day… this man practically reading my thoughts said, "There's nothing about doing the dishes with someone thats cute. It's not cute. Marriage is not this little fairytale that you expect it to be."

Guess what sir? I can't wait to cook for someone else. Clean for someone. Have a house with someone. Always want to be with someone. Heck, that cute moment when I get to pay bills and budget with someone. Everything about it just makes me want to find him! And yeah doing dishes isn't cute, but when you're doing all this for someone else, someone that you love, it gives it meaning and reason. 

I know it's not going to be icing on a cake. It'll be hard, but if I'm counting my blessings right, falling in love will be my dreams coming true. And definitely something to smile about.

I am thankful for what I do have.

I am so happy and content with my life.

I'm doing things I never planned for myself.

And God knows exactly what I need to learn and experience.

A rush is not necessary, but love will always be on my mind.

Sometimes I feel pressured to be married after I go home, and that explains the timing of this blog. I think my parents really want me to find someone. And I know I'm young, but I think the excitement comes from how happy they are because of their family and how happy Kylee and Luke are because they found love. I can be happy without it, but I can see the added dimension to their lives by being in love.

Warning #1: This doesn't mean I'm going to immediately think the next boy I date is the one. After the amount of dates I've been on, the stupid flings I've dealt with and the great guys I've met… I know exactly the kind of guy I will marry. 

I won't settle for something that I've waited a lifetime for. I won't settle for someone I'll spend forever with. I won't settle for someone that God doesn't see fit for me.

I wrote a letter a couple months ago to my future husband. It's cheesy yeah, so what? I happen to really like cheese. But if I can't give that letter to the man I'm dating, then he's not the one. 

Warning #2: When I say "the one" I don't necessarily think there's just one guy out there for each girl. But the one I marry. 

The man I marry will love me, but he will first love God.

The man I marry will have an awesome sense of humor.

The man I marry will look on the bright side.

He will love kids, he will have goals & a heart.

There's a lot more things I look for… just because I know what kind of woman I want to be. And what kind of family I want to raise. 


So here's to love.