I have had a whopping total of only two boyfriends in all my nineteen years of life, and maybe a handful of "almost" boyfriends (you know, the relationships that never break past the ever-frustrating "talking stage"; the relationships that end before they even begin). You could say I don't date much.

No, it's not because I don't get any offers.

No, it's not because I'm too busy for a relationship.

And no, it's not because I hate the idea of love. It's quite the opposite actually.

It is because I am waiting for the man that will love me more truly and more effortlessly than any other man ever will; I am waiting patiently for the man God has designed just for me, and me just for him.

I am human, so, of course, I make mistakes. Sometimes I think I've found that person, and I end up very, painfully wrong. But what matters is that's who I'm searching for. I'm not looking to meaninglessly date around, risk losing my heart to the wrong person, and make decisions I may forever regret. I'm looking for the one with whom it all works and it all makes sense. I'm waiting for the person I just "click" with, and being around that person is as easy as breathing. My standards are high, and that's where they'll stay, because one thing I refuse to do is settle. God has made me (and all of you, too) way too wonderfully and brilliantly to settle for anything less than what His Will has in store.

In the past I've watched as girls have jumped from guy-to-guy and as guys have jumped from girl-to-girl. It amazes me how some people manage to always be in a relationship.

I understand wanting to test the waters and find out what you like, but what I don't understand is how you can claim to love someone one day, break up three days later, and then in another two days already be in a relationship with someone completely new. I know I haven't had much experience in the dating area, but with the little I've had, I've needed a lot more recovery time than forty-eight hours after a breakup—when I was both the one who was broken up with and when I was the one who did the breaking.

That's what I don't understand, being a girl who doesn't date much. How can you claim to love someone, and then five days later be with someone else? Is it because you never loved that person at all? Or is it because there's this getting-over-a-heartbreak-in-a-day super strength that I can't comprehend because I seem to be the only one who's never had it?

Maybe we girls who don't date much just have more fragile hearts. We truly, genuinely care and feel for each person we set our hearts on because we think they're special, and we see so much more in them than simply our next boyfriend. So when things with that person end, it's like a dream crashing and high hopes falling low. There's nothing wrong with wanting to take a good, long time to heal from that, and there's definitely nothing wrong with not wanting to start that process all over again, with a new person, right away. That would just be exhausting.