when i was little i believed in fairy tales and falling in love with the little boy you grew up with all of your life. then, i grew up...sorta. i then believed that i was going to fall in love with my high school sweet heart and we would go to the same college and live happily every after. although that does happen, it didn't happen for me. i actually remember graduating high school and feeling a little sense of regret that i hadn't found this high school love to share my college experience. then, i grew up a little more. i realized that life isn't always like the movies where you meet your future husband when you're still in diapers or in that really awkward phase of middle school or even when you're a know it all high schooler. of course by this time i figured i would be like many people and fall in love in college. but i went to ohio university, a school known for it's parties so needless to say, i wasn't going to meet my husband bonging beers or stumbling down court street. then, i grew up one last time. i learned that it doesn't matter when you meet that special person, it just matters that you do. maybe it will be at 5 years old or maybe it will be at 45 years old. all that matters is that you find them.
when did you find your special someone?
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