I used to believe in fairy tales. I used to believe in happy ever afters and price charmings and knights in shining armour. But not anymore. Those are stories told to little girls to make them believe that happiness is possible. It’s not. Not in a world like this.
What if? What if it could have been love, but it wasn’t? When you find the right person but the timing is always wrong, or something always gets in the way, or the conditions were never enough to bring you together? How many times in one lifetime can you fall in love, the kind of love that’s meant to last a lifetime?
You might never believe in love at first sight, but it does happen. That lovely moment when you first lay eyes on a person and not know a thing about him, only that he was meant…
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Once upon a time, in a living room 800 miles away, clad in Winnie-the-Pooh footy pajamas, I discovered the whole concept of “once upon a time,” courtesy of Disney (and my dad, who was in charge of the remote).
Sipping on my sippy cup, one-third coffee, two-thirds cream and sugar (also courtesy of my dad, who was in charge of my Saturday sippies/consequent coffee addiction), I watched anxiously — mostly due to the caffeine coursing through my 5-year-old body — as Prince Charming, refusing to settle for a foot shoved ever so ungracefully into that glass slipper, searched the kingdom for his perfect fit.
And from the moment Cinderella glided in to her glass slipper, I had two major thoughts that would shape the course of my life:
1. Coffee was AWESOME.
2. Where was my Prince Charming?!
So, here I am, 21 years later, trading in my Winnie-the-Pooh footies (about…
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College relationships are a conundrum. On one hand, fueled by newfound independence and the spirit of experimentation, college is the perfect place for romance to bloom. On the other, the specter of graduation can force couples to confront tough questions sooner than anyone wants to. Hannah and David got together during their senior year of school in Tacoma, Washington, staring down both sides of this double-edged sword from the get-go, so we asked them to share their experiences.
Conversations on dark porches at house parties. Text messages composed with painstaking care and decoded with neurotic concern. Banter over drinks at dive bars.
A healthy beginning, a typical one, especially for college kids. This is the fun stage, before the whole thing quietly fizzles or becomes Facebook-official.
But David and I, both pathologically noncommittal and willing to go to great, inconvenient lengths to prevent uncomfortable…
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We don’t talk about “what it all means,” “how we feel,” or “where is this going.” I am not your girlfriend, and I most certainly have never referred to you as my boyfriend. I am yours and you are mine. No title. No future plans. No pressure. Just us.
I’m not going to ask you for a commitment, and I have zero desire for “more.” We’re still so young and unworldly. We couldn’t plan our lives around each other when we don’t even know who we are as individuals.
I am in love with you. Not in spite of keeping it casual, but as a result of it. Why on earth did this happen?
1. Because I don’t have to try to impress you. You’re not the “marriage material” guy who I worry about scaring off, the vain bodybuilder type who makes me feel ashamed of my body, or…
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