You guys don’t mind if I get real for a minute, do you? I was at a Sam Smith concert a few months ago and had a moment of clarity as he waxed poetic about love lost. I realized, or maybe was only able to clearly articulate my feelings thanks to a few beers and some quick typing in my Notes app, that the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do is accept that the love I felt for someone else didn’t match the love they had for me.
Love is such a rare combination.
In my opinion and experience, love is 50% timing and 50% luck.
I’ve encountered amazing people who I love but our connection just wasn’t at the right time. The stars weren’t aligned. I’ve also experienced love by some miracle that happened at the exact right time in each of our lives. We came together to grow and mature.
I guess I’m only revisiting these Sam Smith concert / drunk note-taking thoughts now because Valentine’s Day is coming up soon. I have mixed feelings about the holiday, so for now I’ll just leave you with this- I love you for reading this and for giving me an outlet to vent. And I hope to spend my Valentine’s frolicking through snowy fields like I did recently in Big Bear. Let me know if you want to join me :)