It seems like every movie that I love is about the idea of falling in love and how wonderful love is. I totally agree that love is one of the most blessed gifts we have, but the whole Hollywood version of falling in love is very unpractical. I mean, how many of us are put in near death situations where we are rescued by a dashing prince charming who is not only drop-dead gorgeous, but also has a phenomenal job, excellent salary, a top-notch home, and enough time to try to court us? With my luck, Barney Fife would rescue me!! (Not that the whole Barney Fife scenario would be such a bad thing. I’m sure Barney is a really sweet guy deep down inside, but that just would not make for a good movie!!)
So, for 24 years I’ve had the Hollywood version of love forced down my throat, and I’ve come to a realization: I don’t think I’ve ever been in love. In fact, I’m sure that I have not. I was with someone for almost six years, and I know that I did love him, but I don’t think I was ever in love with him. I was more in love with the idea of being in love, if that makes any sense. I’ve never had a relationship with someone that was built completely on trust, equality, and mutual respect and friendship (well, not romantically). That is what I want. I’m sure that finding that will be like finding the proverbial needle in the haystack, but hey—I guess part of the fun is in the hunt, huh?
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