As a young woman I saw perfect loves in the movies and heard of perfect love stories in ballads on my radio in my hatchback manual Saab.
The idea of a perfect love brainwashed me into thinking all my relationships would be saturated with whisk-me-away-romantic moments. I really at my core believed if I ever had a dispute with one of the men in my life it would only be moments before they would show up on my doorstep (in the rain of course) with an I’m-sorry-bouquet of flowers.
And that NEVER happened.
Darn love stories.
Darn love songs.
In a way I was disappointed.
My expectations gave me a twisted view of myself and others.
I was naive. My expectations for this so called perfect love ruined any relationship I ever had.
How could any of my boyfriends ever have competed with the image I had in my head-comparing them to a soaked and sexy Ryan…
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