Happy Valentine’s Day, Paul.
For the first time in my life, I have a Valentine. Oh what a Valentine. He makes me laugh. We seem to be on the same wavelength or page about everything. I am head over heels in love with him.
It’s nothing short of a miracle.
This time last year, I was lonely, bitter, and pretty much convinced that I’d never be in a relationship as an adult. Little did I know that a guy who lived 1,500 miles away would do something crazy in a few months and change my life for the better. What did he do? He decided to take a chance and visit a woman he’d only known digitally through social media.
If you’ve been reading my blog for any length of time, you know that story, but you also know the pain of my previous loneliness.
On this Valentine’s Day, I want anyone who might be reading this who feels lonely, bitter, and little hope to stay hopeful. I am convinced that there is someone out there for everyone. Even in the depths of my despair, I clung to that hope. I am so glad that I did.
I was rewarded with the sweetest boyfriend ever. I actually found someone I love who loves me back. He makes me laugh. He excites me beyond words. I can’t stop crying as I write this because I miss him terribly, but I know in a couple of months we will be together again. That’s the crazy chance I’m taking, moving in with a guy I’ve only been dating for 5 months. I’m picking up my whole life and moving it to Minnesota because I know it’s going to be awesome to be with him.
I have no advice on how to find that person meant for you. All the advice given me was bunk, except one thing: Take a chance.