Almost A Former Romantic

I used to be a romantic. I'm not really sure if I still am.

I used to believe that there was that one person who was meant for you. Your destiny. Your kismet. Someone fate dictates will complete your life and make it whole.

I'm starting to believe that there may not really be someone destined for you. That the stars will not align to make him yours and yours alone. I'm starting to believe that you make a person your own destiny. That you need to choose someone who will fill your life with happiness and love. Someone who will be there. Who will wake up everyday, rain or shine, and still be willing to work things out till the bitter end.

I'm even starting to believe that love is not what a good relationship makes. It's commitment. It's the conviction and faith in a relationship and the willingness and wanting to make it work. It's waking up every morning no matter how weary your soul may be and getting up the courage and strength to see things through.

I used to think that it was going to be difficult finding my destiny. Now I know that this may be even harder - finding a man who will stick.

But I do know that it isn't impossible. He's out there somewhere.

And because I have that hope, I may still be a romantic afterall.

3 indications that it's almost Christmas

1. The cool evening breeze.
2. My broken heart.
3. Very heavy traffic.