I’ve often thought that it’s silly that anyone would think that there’s just ONE romantic person for each person. I mean, that’s a) crazy from a biological and evolutionary point of view and b) crazy because why and how?! There are zillions of people on the planet and we all have a zillion different tastes, so how in the world could there be just ONE person for each of us?
And then . . . What if that one to-be partner dies in a car crash at 10 yo . . . Or is aborted . . . Or gets hit by a bus . . . Or never leaves Uzbekistan while his ‘true one’ is in Iceland? The other partner will never be whole?!? That just can’t be right. It just can’t.
Lucky for me, I never really have to think about that because I found my non-ONE, my friend and husband, in AO. I’m really lucky.
I spend most of my time thinking about how lucky I am. We argue, sure. Too often, probs. But we work together, live together, raise a kiddo together, so it seems like it’s not crazy. At the end of the day, despite too much time together, there’s still no one else I’d rather be around. I got really lucky. Really, really lucky. And sometimes I find myself thinking, maybe there is just the one right person. But I know that’s crazy.
life and puppies 