I'm realizing, more and more everyday, that I just don't understand love. I mean, the romantic kind of love between two people. It still baffles me. I have spent the better part of my teens and entire 20s in relationships.....and all I have to show for it are LESSONS. Mostly, hard ones. But good ones, nonetheless. Every lesson learned is knowledge gained.
I turn 30 next year (2009). I am terrified to think that I have yet to truly, madly, fully fall in love, for real. Maybe it's just something I won't get to experience. I guess I am okay with that. But, according to most people, it sounds like something I will probably regret missing out on.
I don't think I really care though. After the "last one"...he knows who he is, (short, buff, tan, egotistical, black haired d*ckhead)....I feel that my heart hasn't the will or the care to go on. I would just rather not even try. That sounds so depressing....but really, I feel okay about it.
I believe I am better off alone. At least it will save me the tears.