I recall a time in my childhood when even the wildest of dreams was a possibility and , and I just knew that mine would someday come true. I would find my "Prince Charming" and fall madly in love and "live happily ever after". I read all of my Disney childrens' books religiously, hoping, and wishing that my love would somehow, someway, find and rescue me, making all of my hopes and dreams a reality. This is an epidemic ideal that is just ludicrous but completely common among little girls all over the world.
It's unfortunate that such unrealistic views are introduced to us while we are so impressionable, and with our parents' help no less, as they are the one's who introduce us to these ridiculous ideas, only for the pitiful truth to rain on our "love parade" and crush our dreams to bits.
I, being the hopeless romantic, didn't let this reality hold me back. I survived each heart-break with deeper and deeper wounds, but pushed onward, believing, even after the most traumatic loss, that my true love was out there, and I would only be able to find him if I held true to the cause.
Well, I've now come to the conclusion that it's a lost cause, and that I only needed to love myself, because the love from another is mostly fleeting, and conditional, whereas if you truly love yourself, the desire for a man's love is insignificant.
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