I was having one of those great catch up calls with one of my oldest and dearest friends, and the subject of relationships came up. He told me that I was too picky, and that what I want doesn't exist.
I tried to explain that it's not about this perfect person. But I just can't help that I want to be crazy in love. I've watched way too many Disney movies as a child, and listen to way too much country to want anything less. I told him this:
Being content is different from being happy.
Being happy is different from being in love.
And being in love is different from being inspired.
And I will always opt to wait for the latter.
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