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Hope for love...

I had the opportunity to hang with a friend who I haven’t seen for many a year. I must say, it was refreshing, and completely awesome. But there was a running theme...is there hope when it comes to finding a man? Ugh...I would like to think that there is, but when you think about life and all that she throws at you, sometimes it doesn’t seem like it. So, what is there to look forward to?
She and I were talking about men and women and the difference that we find between the two, and that there is in fact a blaring difference. But that is not what this post is about. This is about: is there hope when it comes to having a good and healthy relationship? I hope so? I have to believe so…
But, I think we came to the same conclusion: that men and women are different, and although we are both coming out of a relationship, we both understand that no one is perfect and men and women differ entirely. All we wish is that the men in our lives would realize that too. Do they? Are there men in the world that will treat us the way we wish to be treated? My brother came up, and he is one among few that would have been the perfect mate for someone. He never would have cheated or treated someone disrespectfully. But what did he decide to do? Become a priest...ugh!!! Seriously?
Now, this is not a knock on the ex, or whomever, it is a simple fact, that there are times, when we feel that we may never be able to be understood, but we do realize that there is a certain level of compromise that needs to be had. So, where do we find the person that is willing to compromise with us? I am 29, and I am ready to find the one who will comfort me when I am sad, and battle with me when I think I am right when I am not. Come on, person...where are you? Do you exist?
I think that is what this whole evening has been about. As we caught up, we mentioned on more than one occasion, that men are the same, as are women...we are just two different breeds trying to understand each other and often times failing miserably…
So, is there hope for us? Is there hope for me? At 29, will I ever find the one who I can come home to and love unconditionally? I hope so. I sincerely do hope so...one day.
To whoever you are...I will love you with everything I have. I promise you I will fail. I promise you I will not live up to your expectations, but I will do my best to love you as best as I can. Please understand that. It isn’t something that I say lightly, so don’t take it as such…
I do hope you are out there...I really do. I may even know you, but I just hope that you are there. And when you realize that you are the one, please, don't hide it. Because, what's the point. We are meant to work together, and hope together, and make a family together, and fight together, and everything in between. Just...let's do this. Let us hope together.

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