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"You just need to put yourself out there," they tell her. "You need to meet new people and have new experiences. You need to try," they urge.
So she does. She goes out with friends, meets a few people and makes some more plans. She even creates a profile on an app and has all sorts of conversations with a bunch of people.
She tries.
"It'll come when you least expect it," they tell her. "Don't look for it, just focus on yourself and it'll come," they promise.
So she stops looking. She reads and paints because she likes doing those things. She lets herself relax, works out a handful of times and even forces herself to drink one of those obnoxiously large water bottles in a day.
She stops trying.
"But you need to be open to it," they say. "You need to let it in."
There's nothing to let in. She's been ready, been waiting, been as open as she can be. She's tried and she's not tried and she's tired of listening to them because the longer this goes on the more she realizes that they don't actually know anything.
There's no formula for love, for relationships, there never has been. For something so innately human, it's impossible to even think there could have been one in the first place.
Every day she wakes up, does her best and hopes. And every day nothing comes out of it. She still wakes up and does it all again though, for herself more than anyone else. She knows love starts there.
But it would be nice to do it for someone else too.
She glances at the envelope that had come in with her mail. The pretty cursive writing spells out another wedding invitation from yet another friend.
They had tried, or maybe they didn't, or maybe they just fell into it as some claim can happen. Either way, whatever it was is not happening to her.
It's a little disheartening. But then again, she's not necessarily unhappy. And definitely not alone.
With the amount of videos and tweets and jokes from single people in her exact position, it's shocking that anyone even gets a relationship.
And yet, the wedding invitation is proof of it.
And maybe she can let herself hope. That maybe she'll show up to the wedding and find her own love there. And maybe she knows that's highly unlikely.
It doesn't really matter.
She'll go to bed with a far-flung daydream and she won't be surprised when it doesn't happen. She'll have a nice time there, smile and laugh and see love in the eyes of others and wonder how it would look like on her. Then she'll come back home and do it all over again.
Love is never guaranteed. And as she picks up a book about a different world where love is destined, she wonders what it would be like if she knew there was someone for her out there.
Take out the uncertainty and replace it with a promise.
It'd be nice, that world.
But it's not the one she lives in. And all she can do is her best.
So she lays down the invitation, picks up her book, and reads with that small hope still lingering in her heart.
A/N: This one goes out to all the single people out there who would like a relationship but seemingly been unable to get one. There isn't a huge moral behind this, it just…is what it is. There's no sure way of getting a relationship, of finding love, and that can be frustrating. Especially when you feel like you're ready for it. (Especially when you're my age and people are gearing up to get married soon).
Just know that you're not alone.
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