I've never been one for the, "Oh, I need a boyfriend to feel complete" scene. While others find it necessary to constantly tug at the heartstrings of boys, I've always felt content in knowing that the future, though far off, surely holds something bigger and better than the present. I suppose one could complain that those are too high of standards; others could label it an overactive imagination for a concept that doesn't exist. I'd like to think that this isn't true, and this is why.
I may not be experienced, but I would call myself knowledgeable on a few things pertaining to this. I know that relationships flourish within the boundary lines of teenage puberty; yet they go far beyond the four brick walls of high school. I've always believed - no, I've always known - that once released into reality, romance knows no limits and surpasses the immaturity of previous relationships by leaps and bounds.
I credit this discovery to what I would call a well-blended balance of emotion and logic. To me, it just makes sense to keep a set of values and morals that, when followed, will bring you long-term happiness:
Think things through before acting; the impulses of the heart oftentimes create more tragedies than love stories.
Don't settle, and don't be afraid to let go; if something is truly meant to be, it will happen, despite your actions.
Don't date across drastic age lines; differences in maturity levels and the amount of worldly experiences not only makes connection difficult, but growth as an individual impossible.
Know that it's right, and go for it.
Of course, I also know that there are exceptions to every rule, but they are just that: an exception. A rare occurrence, one which should not be held up as a standard to meet for the typical situation.
Perhaps I don't give the most credited perspective; after all, why bother taking advice from someone like me? I follow my head and my heart equally, and look where it's got me. However, despite the limitations on all possible relationships that I've ever encountered since hitting puberty, I still possess a large imagination, a simple hope, and an unwavering certainty of the bright future ahead.
Someday, I'll meet someone. Someday, I'll just know that it's right. Someday, there will be a relationship that will encompass everything I've ever hoped for and more. There will be no doubts, worries, or hesitations. Someday.
I don't ask for much. I only wish to keep my hopes and dreams for a better tomorrow, a better year, and a better future alive. But as the future draws closer and closer every day, I see the cracks and faults along my simplest wish. What if reality isn't what I always knew it would be? What if nothing brighter exists on the horizon after all? What if this hum-drum nonsense is truly all there is?
I don't ask for much, but I do ask for more than that.
I need a change. My life is so. . .dull. I've spent 17 years living it, but what do I have to show for it? I'm "good" at some things, but I'm not exceptional or amazing at anything.
