So many people are falling in love – or so it seems to the less inclined. I genuinely don’t want to feel jealousy or envy, but I find myself suppressing those emotions more often than I care to admit. For me finding love feels like a fantasy of sorts - an elusive figment of my own imagination. And it isn’t for a lack of effort or lack of opportunity. I've met a lot of people in the past few years – just not the right one.
When I close my eyes I can picture this perfect love story. The sort of love you see in the movies - as tacky as it may sound. Maybe I’m just setting the bar too high or maybe I am just not trying hard enough. Maybe the picture perfect relationship I envision for myself isn't realistic at all. Maybe there isn't a “perfect” girl for me. Maybe she doesn’t exist or does she ?
