Love. It's kind of this sickening thing that I never wanted to really think about. But recently I've had a lot of friends start getting involved or even getting engaged so I've had to think about it and think about what it really means to love someone and to be loved by someone.
So I have this friend, we'll name her Felicity (her name has been changed to protect the innocent). She recently started dating a man named Noel. He treats her like an absolute princess. She drove down to San Diego to hang out with him and he had the entire day planned--they went to an art show and they went wine tasting and they had a picnic and a nice dinner with wine and they watched the sunset on the beach. When it was time for "Felicity" to go home "Noel" packed her car with water and coffee and mixed CDs for the drive home and when she got home she found chocolate and roses in her trunk.
Like OMG, isn't that adorable? This is the kind of man that we should want and we should wait for, but how often do we settle? How often do we convince ourselves that we're not worth being adored by someone?
The story made me cry because I realized that I want to be at a point where I can accept adoration like that. Where I can accept that someone loves me and wants to be with me and adores me and respects me and accepts me--that I'm worth being treated like a princess.
