Love is rare while hate is common.
The very sentence sends shivers down my spines when I feel it being said. I’m a 26 year old man plagued by questions from people wondering when I would find someone to tie the knot with. As the passing years pull me closer to my aging future, my old soul keeps afloat.
I’ve wrestled with the idea of love ever since I was child. Growing up I fell in love with the idea of love and romance. Romcoms seemed to revolve around me and I believed in the illusion. Even now, much older and with a better grip at life, I understand my position as a man.
I’ve said it countless of times, being who I am, now I think, I tend to be seen as the mysterious type of guy. Some women find me attractive just by how I am or my sense of humor but as they get closer, know me for who I am, they tend to back off as I reveal who I am.
I’m an old soul that holds strongly to placing his trust on God and life. I have my shortcomings and though I may not be pulling in 6 figures, I work hard and love my family. That being said, when I seem separated by their train of thought or not really a part of the “culture” it seems unattractive. I remember talking to this woman who was shocked when I told her I didn’t use Snapchat or Instagram. Is it really so shocking I rather not engage in that medium?
I have not put off the notion that I should pursue a wife. Scripture has laid it out for me and with proper discernment, I know one day I will meet her.
I remember daydreaming about my future queen being sleeping beauty and asleep or caught in the illusions of what love has been defined. I come in as a fellow prince or knight, sword beside me and I go up to her and carry her away.
What made me think about intimacy as of late was something my friend mentioned when I hung out with her. We were discussing my recent endeavors with love. I explained how things just didn’t really click as of late or it could be I wasn’t really trying. She said, “Maybe it’s because you still need to grow and learn from the experience with my ex.”. I responded with, “Which one?”, which she exclaimed, “the only one that mattered, that broke your heart and made you cry. The one that showed you true love. Maybe you are scared to open up and experience that again?”.
It made me think about the choices I’ve made regarding women who approach me. People say I hardly smile but when I open up, I am lovable and friendly. I’ve built this wall again that I swore was never going to form. It doesn’t do anyone justice or is fair. Everyone is not the same and I understood I needed to change as a person, grow and with that said, allow different relationships to flourish, not just an intimate one.
For now, I don’t want nor do I need the things of fairy tales. I’m not looking to rescue a princess, nor a fair maiden. I don’t ask for forever nor eternity, just now or until death. I’ve played those games and recited those eloquent words. I’ve invested trying to be someone I’m not to impress someone. I’ve tried saying the right things. I read countless articles and books about how to be with someone, maintain a relationship. I could care less for any of that. All I ask is someone who loves me for who I am and will not leave when things get tough.
“Love is patient, love is kind…”, the verse and words of scripture resonates within me. It would seem the common thing we experience is not being alone but wanting to share the company with another.