I’m a diehard romantic. Many say it, or claim to be it, but I’m truly one of the dying bread of people who believe in the real thing. I don’t know what it is that brought me to this feeling that burns deep in my heart, knowing, the one is out there. It could be a combination of cheesy love stories of the 80’s and 90’s fueled by the plethora of Pop Punk music that I was raised on that feeds a bleeding heart, and is the enabling factor to force that dripping mess to be worn on my sleeve, but I always have and always will believe, true love exists. You experience it very rarely in life but when you do, you just know. I’ve heard stories about feeling it with your children, with family, it goes unsaid, and with friends its rare, but can truly be felt too. I felt it the first time when I got my first Dog Bruce. 

Bruce was not what I wanted. He is a big, hairy, male Golden Retriever. I originally went into the pet store looking for a small, female, dog, that doesn’t shed. But as soon as his goofy ass literally jumped on top of the pile of puppies, and I saw his eyes staring into mine, I knew I loved him. He was mine. It was an undeniable attraction that I was drawn to, and he makes me happier than anything in the world despite distance or time. I just knew. I love him.

That force of attraction is something that is the most unbelievable, and undeniable feeling that anyone can experience. It’s when you don’t even know a person, place, or thing, and once you set eyes on them, your soul stops searching. It’s found it’s match. The wandering, the past, the confusion, and pain all melts away, and that love, is all that matters. Those stories of your Grandparents and how fate brought them together and how they dropped everything just to be by each others sides, type of stories, still happen. These are stories of truth, and the roots from which you were born. Your heart will sing, it will dance, and anything in the past or preset will no longer matter, for you will have been brought to the end of a complicated path with greener pastures waiting to be explored, hand in hand, with the perfect piece of your heart, that had always been missing.

My suggestion to anyone looking for love, to anyone hoping it exists, and does believe it’s real, is simply this. Stop looking, they are out there. We are all not meant to search for the one. We are meant to come together like two magnets making there way around a maze being pulled through the twisted walls of the universe to create that undeniable connection. I believe it just happens. You could meet anywhere, the mall where you are shopping for underwear, a blind date someone set you up on, yoga where you’re sweatier and grosser than ever, the grocery store picking up milk, or the most unlikely place ever, at a bar on Thanksgiving Eve. But wherever, whenever, it may happen, you will just know. Soul Mates exist, true love is real, and I believe that having faith in this, will bring you together. It’s undeniable and will bring any diehard romantic, true peace. It’s beautiful. It’s profound.