My heart is happy as I realize I’ve finally found “The One”. We’ve been told our whole lives that this magical, unique, all-encompassing individual exists. We want “The One”, sometimes desperately we seek “The One”. We’d break our own hearts in a blind, reckless attempt the feel that fire and that comfort we’re told it will bring. Sometimes we convince ourselves there’s no such thing. We’d bed someone we hardly know to feel connected for a fleeting moment. When we feel like it’s not happening, no one clicks, no one is good enough, you’re not good enough - we’ll think ourselves into love and even out of it. It’s a driving force, love is. It’s the heart of it all, and I see it now, I’ve met “The One”. It’s not even a boy, after all my convincing that it had to be. That he would be my other half. The peanut butter to my Kelly. But it’s not the nuts, nope. It’s the Kelly. I am the one. You are the one.
When you can commit the rest of your life to practicing self-love, that’s the most necessary marriage you could even enter in to. You don’t even have to sign a prenup. Contrary to musical belief, one is not a lonely number in the end. It’s how you came to this earth. It’s how you will leave this earth. You are not bound to anyone permanently but you. When you find true love in yourself, solitude is so sweet. No thoughts, no objections, no pressure. You eat the foods that taste sweet and treat your body the way it needs. You move your body in the way it enjoys most, without repercussions. You dance, you laugh, you cry, you ache and you keep moving, yet you can sit in stillness with the softest smile your lovely lips and round cheeks could ever be treated to.
The expectations we hold for this person we’re convinced should be, do and accept all these things, well that’s simply unrealistic and unfair. Another being isn’t here to fix your world, that’s no one’s responsibility but your own. No being should have that pressure put upon them. Expectations should only belong to you of yourself. People can come into your life as an extension of your world, but to require of them only goodness is quite inconsiderate, the same way it is unfair to do to yourself. Love between you and another absolutely exists, but it is only sustaining if you can value your own heart, always.
As in any relationship, it ebbs and flows. You will live in these blissful self-loving moments and they will fall away. But no matter what, you’re in this body right now, you’ve got this soul, this funny hair, this toothy grin, this contagious laugh, bright eyes, you do. How could you not love that? It’s worthwhile, since you’re stuck together anyway. It seems a bit odd to be so cruel to “The One” when they’ve been there all along and they haven’t given up on you, and they never have to. It’s got to be the closest thing to a match made in heaven you could ever meet. I found the one and I love them unconditionally; if you haven’t already, I am excited for you to meet.