I always believed that every person had "The One." We all had one person we were destined to spend the rest of our lives with. Some people would have to meet lots of people before they found their one, while others could meet their one on the first try. I've always been a hopeless romantic, which may be evident by everything I have said. But now, I think everyone might have a couple ones. Maybe one of those people lives on the other side of the world, so they may never meet. That doesn’t mean that they will be alone forever; they will just have to find one of their other “ones.” Some people are lucky and find the one person they are destined to spend the rest of their lives with on their first try. Others may have to spend years to find the one person to spend their lives with, going through different people to find that one special person.

At one point, I thought I had found my one. Everything was wonderful, but the longer the relationship went on, the more I realized that I may not have found my one, but I kept on going. There were certain things about this one guy that I loved and that I clicked with. I looked past everything else and was ready to start my life with him. Suddenly, he broke my heart; no, shattered it, and I couldn’t think of anything else other than the fact that the one person I thought was going to be the one I came home to every day was no longer there. A week has passed and I still feel broken and lost, but I have thought about what I may be gaining from this. I have realized that I might not have been with the person I was meant to be with.

As this past week has gone by, I have watched my friends who are in relationships and what they have that I am missing. They are so happy, and even though everything isn’t perfect for them all the time, they are happy. And that is all that matters really. The one person we are meant to be with will come in and sweep us off our feet, making us happier than we had ever believed was possible.

Maybe you are reading this and think I’m crazy. Maybe I am. Maybe I’m crazy for holding out hope for my Prince Charming to come sweep me off my feet so we can ride off into the sunset toward our happily ever after. That is what gets me through the day and keeps me ignoring this hookup culture we live in. I want that real connection with someone, where everything is just right, versus just connecting with certain things. If I’m crazy, then I’m crazy, but I’m waiting for my happily ever after with someone I’m meant to be with. It will happen one day, for me, and for everyone else who is waiting for their happily ever after.