Somebody Elses Weirdo's blog: "A Letter to Me"

I had a long conversation with a friend the other night about some study about chick flicks being detrimental to marriages. Apparently there are people out there that have a hard time separating fantasy from reality and expect their relationships will turn out with “happily ever after”. Now we all know that happy endings are only stories that haven’t finished yet but I have to wonder if there are really still people out there that believe they’ll find the one their looking for and be “complete”. Since a lot of really good “chick flicks” end in tragedy, I would think that most sensible women would be grateful for what they have after watching. I like watching movies that end in tragedy,  it reminds me of the pain and keeps me from being stupid and believing in something that’s bound to end in tragedy. I’ve forgotten the pain and how it felt. But when I watch a tragic love story, it brings those feelings back … even if it’s for just one moment … and brings me back to reality and back to my senses. A heart can only break so many times before it can never be put back together again.

During this same conversation, we discussed love (as stupid as it is) and the “perfect love”. Do you believe there is a perfect love? Would you know your perfect love if you found it? Do you think that you should have to work at love? I think everyone has a love in their heart that’s perfect for them. I’m not talking about a “soul mate” and I don’t believe there is one perfect person out there for everyone. I’m talking about a feeling. A feeling so strong and pure that it may be the most natural feeling you’ve ever had. Everyone’s feelings are different so what defines their perfect love is different from the others. For me … it was the second we met. The feelings were so strong and so familiar that it scared the shit out of me. It was like I knew him even though we’d only just met and he knew me better than anyone ever had before or since. Even though I am a complete person all by myself, I felt like a part of me had been missing all along and I never knew it until I met him. I never had to “work” at loving him. It was as natural to me as breathing. My love for him was just as intense, just as passionate, just as powerful on the day we got divorced as it was the day I met him …