At 32 years old, I am a late bloomer when it comes to love. I wasn't the girl in high school who had tons of boyfriends - college either. I had a sharp tongue, the drive to be a career-minded individual and didn't want anything standing in my way - especially a man. My dating life was constant but always causal - there was no irking for "love" or "forever" talk. That changed as my career grew and I started achieving the things I had set out to achieve. I finally wanted someone to share in my accomplishments and my darkness. This constant state of being isn't always rosy. I began to long to find a partner (in addition to my female friends) who I could rely on through thick and thin. 3 or so years ago, I experienced a great bout of companionship - a relationship of 2+ years - that allowed me to travel the world, see new places, and provided every day company. I later learned it was wrought in superficiality, not the love I had wanted and quite empty of the feeling I so desired. After that, I asked myself, "will I ever learn what reciprocal love is?" I asked the universe to show me --- I was ready. And finally, it did. So at 32 years old, I know what this funny thing called love is. It is choosing the highest good for the other person. I found it in an unlikely place at an unlikely time. Guess that's just how love goes.
Dedicated to NDB.