I just wanted to vent today.
just 24 hours after I turned 25, and i wonder- was the last 10 years of my life just a series well placed unfortunate events in regards to love? is there ever a good time for love?
I guess I have been lucky in some respects, I have a wonderful niche of friends I can say that I truly love and who I assume love me lol. every day seems to be a new adventure now with so many more connections being made.
but what about that “one”? I know there is someone out there for me with whom I truly connect and can honestly be myself but then again I have never had a problem with being by myself.
which brings me to what has been bothering me for a while. is there a bad time to be in love? are there emotional constraints that stop us from being able to reach out to that one person who is clearly right in front of us reaching back?
how do you convince that person that its a good idea to jump into your arms, to no longer fear the past but open your eyes to a positive future. or at least make yourself more receptive to the possibility of brighter days.
this brings up way more questions then it begins to draw conclusions so I will end it here…for now.