I wish I knew.
I wish I knew who you were.
I wish I knew when you would come, when we find each other.
Will we meet in a coffee shop, where we bond over the simplicity of black coffee?
Will you sit next to me one day at the dog beach and strike up a conversation?
Will I accidentally run into you on the street and be mesmerized by your baby blue eyes?
Will I meet you at a friend’s wedding, where you rescue me from dancing with her grandpa for the hundredth time?
Will I notice you and more importantly, will you notice me?
I wish I knew.
Lately, I’ve been questioning the importance of love.
Is it really worth opening up my heart when it only seems to result in hurt and doubt?
Yes, the butterflies, the laughs, the memories and adventures are wonderful- but afterwards all I feel, all I can connect with, is sadness and hurt.
It hasn’t been many days since my most recent heartbreak, which led me to the very question, “is love worth it?”
Despite all of my hurt and pain, I quite quickly found the answer to be yes.
I realized that for me, loving isn’t about the end result- it isn’t necessarily about finding my Prince Charming.
Loving and putting my heart out there is about living- it’s about my soul growing, experiencing and learning.
Thus, I have to come to the conclusion that although perhaps I need a hiatus from the dating world for a period of time, loving is worth it.
I know my future holds many more opportunities for love, and regardless of the pain and heartbreak I’ve experienced, I plan on being open to it when it drops on by.