Dear Love

Dear Love,

Where are you? I’ve looked everywhere, but I can’t seem to find you. Like comes around a lot, but you… don’t. It’s sad really. I want you to be present. I want to feel the emotion that tags along with you. I want the chills, the smiles, everything that you bring. So why aren’t you around? Am I not meant to have you? Am I just one of those people whom you avoid? What is it? Why can’t you just show up, even for a little while.

I met a guy. He’s great. You’d really like him. He said that he loves to see me smile, and I can tell that he tries to make that happen every chance he gets. He doesn’t really have to try hard though. Just his existence makes me smile. The way he throws his head back when he laughs. The way his brow furrows when he’s trying to pay attention to what’s being said. That awkward expression his face gets when he doesn’t know something. I can’t help but grin. Being around him seems to make my life simple and happy. I really hope that you two can meet one day. I’m sure you’ll hit it off right away.

I thought you would have come around a lot faster once I met him. I mean this guy is amazing. I didn’t think it would be this hard to get you to come. It’s just that the friend status seems to have taken its place in our relationship. He says that I’m the best friend a guy could have. I’m even one of the guys. As glad I am that he thinks that much of me, I wish there was room for you to come into the picture. I’m so completely distraught that Friend has taken your spot. It’s frustrating.

So what do I do? Wait for you to get here, Love? I need to know if I should wait or if I’m wasting my time. I really hope that isn’t the case. If there is hope that you will come, I will wait for as long as it takes. He’s worth it; very much so. For now, I will wait. Just please, hurry. I don’t know how much I can take.

Love,

Me