Inside Every Day

 My whole life, I was trained to believe in Happily Ever Afters. The endless amounts of Disney Movies, and storybooks turned my brain into an eternal ball of sappy goop that only absorbed all things "love". At five years old I had already developed a mental definition of love. Apparently, love was dancing with Prince Charming, being kissed while sleeping, and riding off into the sunset alongside a perfect man who I had met just moments before. Not to mention we'd probably be singing a song that we both just so happen to know the lyrics to. Love was not something that was in any way unattainable. And according to my knowledge, finding your "Prince Charming" took no effort at all. In fact, if you just waited a bit, he'd find you.  College dating life took all that I believed as a child and shot that horse right in the face.  Happily Ever Afters existed only in movies and in the mind of children. I became one of those bitter girls who sits on her unm...

Single life is fun and all, but being in a relationship with someone who you could swear was completely and without a doubt made for you... That's just a tad bit better.  I've been in relationships before, but not like this one. I'm not about the ooey gooey lovey "ok we get that you two are in love" type of posts, but I've realized a lot of things after being with someone like I have, and so I'll tell you what I think. I think... that I totally get it now. I get why we need someone else. I get why marriage is such a heavenly and sacred thing. I get the saying that "two is better than one". I get all of it.  Nothing rings more true in my ears.  Being in love with your best friend could very possibly be one of life's greatest blessings. I have loved many times. Or so I thought. But I don't know if I completely understood what love was. And maybe I still don't completely understand it's depths. But to care about so...