I used to think of love as a destination. It was something to search for and to cherish once found. It was the end of dating. The potential to find love was the reason to go on dates in the first place. "She might be the one." There's always a chance, right?
Through time and experience, I realized I was wrong. There is no 'one.' In fact, I am the one. I always have been. And so have you.
And that's the point, isn't it?
Dating isn't a question of whether or not someone could be my one. It's a question of whether or not I'm willing to share my one - to share myself - because that's what it takes to be someone else's one.
All of this takes time.
When a first date becomes a second and a second becomes a third that leads to a fourth, fifth, sixth and seventh... When losing track of the number of dates leads to not wanting to count them anymore because you've found more than what you could have ever imagined looking for... Is that really an ending? Not in the least.
It's a new beginning.
And love? Love isn't a destination at all.
It's the journey.
the anonymouse said:
God. Even though I should have seen that ending coming, this post made me cry.
Thanks.::::: | February 16, 2008 10:24 PM
Amy K said:
Yes please... I want this kind of love... that's MY Christmas wish this year...::::: | December 27, 2008 3:06 PM