I will never have shame for my hopeful romantic thoughts. The way I believe in love. My feelings about “the one” and “unconditional love” may be different than others, but I’m owning it. I own it. 

I’m 40. *Cough* Almost 41. I believe in a love that I have yet to find. A love that may not start off as rainbows and butterflies but a love that stands the test of hardships, life and social media. A love that bleeds commitment, warmth and support. In this world of ‘there’s always something better out there’ I believe in the truth of finding the right love more than ever. The believers and doers who meet a person they fit with and do everything in their power to keep that love alive. Finding that person who may not be perfect, but their imperfections fit… and that is enough for them. Enough to make it work with every ounce they have. They give support, comfort and they believe in their partner. I have so many beautiful couples in my life living this. I’m so thankful for them, for their truth. They will never say it’s easy, but they will always say it’s worth it. 

Still living. Still learning. Still believing.

In love.