Dear infatuation,

I'm sorry. I feel like you've gotten a bad rap. I BLAME 13-YEAR-OLDS. AND CHICK FLICKS. AND TEENAGERS IN GENERAL. But infatuation, frankly, I THINK YOU'RE AMAZING. You are pretty much one of the best things EVER with your butterfly-inducting, heart-racing, knee-weakening moments. You make the start of relationships TANTALIZING, EARTH-MOVING and all-around OVERWHELMINGLY EXCITING. But yes, yes, … Continue reading Dear infatuation,

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Dear Mr. Right, Part 2

So now that I am at the extremely OLD AGE of nearly 28, you're still not here. In all seriousness, sir, if my parents had told me how long I'd be wearing this purity ring (and all because of your ridiculous TARRYING), I probably would have shrunk back from it in PURE FEAR. So yeah. Your mere … Continue reading Dear Mr. Right, Part 2

Dear Mr. Right,

My, we are just taking our good ol' time, aren't we? And by we, I mean you. Because I'm here. ALONE. WAITING. Just like that terrible "Lady in Waiting" book I had to read in youth group told me to. And you're nowhere to be found. In fact,  I'm starting to really think you don't exist. … Continue reading Dear Mr. Right,