I’ve said the words “I love you” to three different women, other than family members, and they’ve all said it back to me. At that time I was expressing what I believed to be that elusive feeling that every human being yearns for. In the past, I thought of love to be this everlasting feeling of ecstasy that two people shared, which is always how it starts off to be, but, here I am, single. It makes me wonder if what I was feeling was even real love to begin with.
I grew up idolizing relationships like Corey and Topanga’s or Martin and Gina’s where laughter and intimacy outweighed the arguments and miscommunication. Daydreams still, to this day, plague me about what it would be like to fall in love with a best friend and it’s funny because these subconscious desire usually manifest as fictional characters in stories I write.
I’ll consider this bachelor status of mine as both a blessing and an opportunity to prepare myself for the best friend that I’ll be meeting pretty soon. We’re basically characters in God’s romance-comedy novel and, right now, I’m getting closer to the climax.