In my 24 years of existence, this God-given-life has been a storm in a teacup for me. Not until I realize that millions of people living in this world is more ill-fated compared to me. And that, I have had a lot of growing up to do.
Wayback college, specifically- from year three, I used to consider that love from a partner is the second most important thing on earth. Well, partly because I was seeking for someone that can fill an empty part of me (love inside our home). Regardless of my age back then, Love was enchanting. I used to believe that when you come to meet the parenterals of both parties and got their permission to date, life will be much more easier. I thought that love is as simple as meeting the old folks. And then everything else will follow. But I was wrong. Love was never splendidly perfect. I admit, my failed relationships took away all the love that I can give. I developed negative insights. I became untrustful of men. Nevertheless, those pain never stopped me from being capable of loving and believe that there is one person that is destined for us.
Most people would say, that the reason why we are left by the ones we loved is because we deserve someone better. I just have to say though, that i will not choose to settle with someone better since “better” is a comparative adjective. Instead, i will choose to settle with the one that would make me a better, worthier girl.
Surviving the Late Twenties 