Let me be honest, there is no Kitty in our life who will help us find “the one”. We all see ourselves in Lara Jean Covey in one way or other, not knowing how to speak our feelings out loud at the right time to the right person. And let’s just admit most of us suck at writing love letters (tried and failed terribly!!).
Due to my lack of capability for writing love letters to all the boys I have loved before, here I am trying to ramble on about my every possibility of “happily ever after” in a single post.
Unlike Lara Jean, I will not give you their names and when and where I met them all. Neither will I mention a back story; since the people who know me and are reading this, would definitely be able to track all those boys down. But one thing that I would certainly never forget to mention is how I felt when I felt it.
Hey. Hey!!! Don’t worry. It wasn’t all that disappointing and neither will this post be. Just remember, it has been different every single time. So hold your horses, here we go…
I don’t believe in soulmates, nor do I believe that we are meant to spend our entire life waiting for a perfect partner with a perfect timing. Because trust me, your idea of perfect partner at the age of 18 would not exactly be the same at the age of 21. And I am not talking about the people who find their “happily ever after” in school, eventually getting married and somehow keeping the spark alive. Neither am I talking about people who find their “happily ever after” every month.
Personally, I don’t fall in love often; unless we are not counting the characters of some random sitcom I am watching (His name is Chuck Bass, okay?). And I can never wait until the time is right, my impatient ass will never let me sit still. Not even for a second.
Anyway getting straight to the point, the one I significantly remember is the one around whom I was my absolute self with.
No judgements… only acceptance. Such bliss!
Okay now don’t ask me why didn’t that work, and you can’t ask me that at any point while reading this or even after you are done reading this, I am not telling. But it was the most happiest I ever felt. And that’s what we are talking about here, right? What I felt when I felt it.
The other one that I remember of was more like a reality check. Like it’s said, “There always has to be someone who gets you out of your fairytale.” Well, you can say that this was the one for me. It is also because of him, I believed, I could become a writer one day and it is also because of him I knew what kind of a man I would really like to be around with. Wasn’t him though.
Moving on, the next one was a complete surprise (even to my friends). I came across him in the midst of discovering myself. Discovering self has been my life long quest ever since I was 18, maybe. But he was an easy-to-go-with kind of a personality, still is. At times when I meet him, even today, we argue but we still get along just fine.
Unfortunately, perfect timings have never been my cup of tea. Don’t blame me, blame the timing!! I am kidding. Maybe perfect timing has indeed been my cup of tea. Why else would I have crossed paths with them all? That’s what I tell myself. I am going let this be, leaving it right here.
All I would say in the end is that you keep moving ahead. Although the companions kept changing along the way for me, it has made me the person I am today. And I am just 23, there are going to be a lot of people I meet before I settle down with my “happily ever after”. But I am glad that no matter how terrible I am at writing love letters to each one of them, if they are reading this today or if they ever read this, they would be nothing but happy to share a part in this story I wrote to all the boys I have loved before.