It was brought to my attention recently that I'd somehow given the impression that I was anti marriage. I don't see how that's possible and maybe that person is perfectly and purposely obtuse, but that's not how it is at all. What I am is . . . I do not believe that my happiness is contingent upon being married, nor do I think it means that someone will love me and be faithful to me just because we're a legal "us." But I never said that I was against it, or that it is something that I'd never want. But honestly, for someone like me, talking about getting married, well—I have a hard enough time actually being able to be in an official relationship; finding someone who is not only willing to fall in love, but to fall in love with me specifically. Perhaps that sounds comical, but I cannot tell you how many times I've found myself in a situation where I was told how good a friend I make or how there wasn't serious relationship material between myself and Guy Douchebag X, Guy Asshat Y, or Guy Bastard Z. Not that I'm currently bitter or anything.
So yes, before I can contemplate engagements or marriage, I first have to find someone who wants to be with me, who accepts me for who I am, and mostly, someone who can make me a believer in love, like one of my favorite Luther (Vandross) songs. Because . . . that is something that I have yet to find.
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