It seems that we spend our entire life looking for love, that elusive and seemingly out of reach feeling one only finds when their heart is matched by another.
We read books on how to find the perfect man, articles on how to be more appealing to secure love and spend hours conversing with confidantes on why it all never works out.
We spend more time looking to love someone else than we do loving ourselves, and honestly if we can’t learn to love ourselves, how the fuck are we going to be able to love anybody else?
For all the time and energy we spend searching for true love it’s almost perplexing figuring out what do do once we have found it.
As one of the lucky ones who have found their soulmate, I guess the only thing left to do is live happily ever after...................
