All the relationships. All the breakups. All the tears. I’d pick myself up, dust myself off and try again. Try again to meet someone. Try again to let down my guard. Try again to believe in love. And then, it wouldn’t work out. Sometimes I’d wonder if I’d ever find love. Was I doing something wrong? Maybe I was too independent. Maybe I was too picky.
A lot of people told me those things. Then I met Dan. And realized this simple, but profound, truth. I couldn’t get it right with those other guys. Because they were wrong—for me. You can’t get it right with the wrong one. P.S. The right one will be worth the wait.