I have had this idea for years now, wanting to write pieces or stories about things that have happened to me over the last decade or so. Tragedies, romance, sorrow, despair, love, heartache, devastation. The roller coaster we call love. Everyone around me paired off or married off as I’m still lost in translation.
Living abroad for the past 5 years and 28 years old. Not having had a “very” serious relationship for 6 years, but Oh so beautifully involved in the world of dating – online, offline, those romantic comedy moments, the cringe-worthy, the moments you can’t make up.
But I don’t write with sadness or with regret, I write with hope. I treasure my moments alone, I anticipate the next time I’ll have a moment with someone. Who I might meet at the next party I go to, the next bar I walk into. There is hope everywhere, I see the silver lining at the bloody dentist’s office for God’s sake. Currently fantasizing about what I’ll do or say when I see my single gorgeous dentist on Friday. I am a hopeless romantic who is petrified of commitment, of settling down and of getting my heart broken while simultaneously breaking someone else’s.
Let love be light, like a diet Coke, empty, without real flavor, a bit harmful, but at least it won’t make you fat. Does that make sense? They say it could kill you though. And maybe this path won’t last forever, but while I’m still young and attractive, I’ll live it up as much as I can. Cherish the moments I have and don’t worry about what will be. Enjoy your commitment, may it bring you happiness. I’ll take my single serving relationships and my single serving love. A piece of chocolate here and there never killed anyone and at least I know another one is just around the corner.