LOVE

Love means something different to so many people. My mother will tell you that love in the sense of "fairy-tale" romance does not exist. To her love is tolerating someone enough to marry them and eventually trust them enough to allow them to share their lives together. (obviously her views are slightly jaded.)

To my grandparents (my pillars in life) love is their life. My grandmother told me that she had never seen what a Godly man was or was supposed to be like until she met my grandfather. My grandfather was her first and only boyfriend. They have been married for 50 years. They have had their ups and downs, arguments, financial trouble, family deaths and turmoil in their own relationship. But not once did they even consider divorce. When I asked my grandmother why she said, 'because God brought us together and it's not an option to part.' As simple as that. After being married 50 years they still look at each other like they are newly weds, still tell each other they love each other daily and I still catch them holding hands or sneaking a kiss. Their love is what I have based my idea of love on (with my own twist of course).

I believe that when I find that person I'm supposed to marry, I'm holding on for life. There is no option for divorce. I love the idea of life with someone who knows me inside and out and loves me despite my inadequacies. I believe in that fairy-tale love, the crazy over the top grand gestures and gentlemanly southern manners. I believe that there is someone out there that someday God will allow me to meet and he will complete me. The love I think of is that fantastical Disney princess romance. *shrugs* It may seem childish to some but as many times as I've been hurt in past relationships and spent Valentine's Day single I will forever be a hopeless romantic.