As most girls do at some point in their lives I have had dreams of finding the right guy. In my teenage years I wasn't really concerned with "the right guy" but just a guy that would notice me would really have been enough. I never dated when I was younger never really had a boyfriend until after high school unless you count Jared Doran but we were 7 and practically related. However I had plenty of dreams as most girls do. I dreamed of weddings and dates and being told that I was beautiful. I dreamed of just once having a memeber of the opposite sex look at me and see something beautiful. I use to cry my self to sleep over this. Everytime a friend would start dating it would push me into a depression. I always hid it very well but the pain was still there especially as I got a little older and my friends started getting married and having kids. I didn't understand why I couldn't have the love story that I craved. I would talk to my mom about this and she would offer the obligatory words of comfort that all mothers must give their broken hearted daughters. You'll fall in love someday she would say. Little did I realize I already had. I was sick of hearing peoples love stories and I hated weddings with a passion as they reminded me that once again someone else was getting the very thing that I have wanted my whole life. I wanted a love story of my own. I wanted to be able to tell someone how we met and how we fell in love and all that mushy stuff that people in love like to talk about. I think it was this craving for my own story that led me to make the mistakes that I've made. It is this craving that leads me to plan out the details of my wedding even though I have noone to marry and it is this craving that causes me to cry myself to sleep at night at least once a month. Then last year I meet an awesome guy and I think it just might finally be my turn for a love story. We seem to be crazy about each other and I start thinking of all my wedding plans again. But it doesn't work out I'm suddenly not happy in the relationship. It's not his fault it's not my fault it's just not meant to be and once again I find myself without a love story. (I swear I'm not trying to make you guys feel sorry for me!) But then I realize that I have had one all along. I hear a song on my computer and it brings me to tears and I begin to sing along.
The best thing I've ever done.

















