I had enough.

The Notebook doesn't tell you how love can crush you into a million pieces, stomp all over you, and take a chunk out of your heart; leaving you hopeless and helpless. There is no cure that could ever come close to healing a broken heart.

This was me a year ago. It was right before my freshman year of college. My boyfriend and I had split up because we were at different stages in our life, and me going off to college was just going to add to that.

There is something about the emotions that come with your first love, which will always leave an impression on you. When we stopped talking, the sadness rolled over like a dark cloud waiting to unveil its rain. Constant questioning, waiting and wondering.

Freshman year started. Boys to me were almost off-limits as I had just come out of a relationship, but I slowly inched my way back into dating.

I fell hard.

The boy I liked, liked me back... but not for the same reasons. A relationship was never in his near future. Stupidly enough I let go right over my head as I wanted someone so bad to fill my emptiness.

After many months of falling hard, crying, and moving on repetitively, I took a step back.

Why do I have this urgent need to be in a relationship?

One night, after another sad end to what I thought was going to be the man I would end up with, two of my closest friends gave me some wise words: "True love will come around when you least expect it."

To me... that was a bunch of bullshit, but it was true.

This summer gave me my independence back. The one thing I needed the most. My independence made me a much better person and helped me fully heal.

One day over the summer, my incredible sorority big reached out to me. She introduced me to one of her best friends, as she thought we would be cute together.

So he messaged me on Facebook once he got the okay from my big, then we soon moved quickly to texting.

The first few texting sessions were a bit awkward, mainly because I was so nervous, but once we FaceTimed, it was 'love at first screen.'

Talking to him is like talking to myself. No judgement, no hate, only laughter, and love.

We planned out our adventures when I would return back to college and finally see him in person. From road tripping to Sedona to aquarium visits--we have the whole next two years of dates covered!

When we finally met, all my doubts and questions suddenly disappeared. It just felt right.

This kind of love is genuine and sweet and I am so thankful that it has found me.

We constantly talk about how we wish we met earlier, but I think to myself; I am happy we started to get to know each other now. If he were to come into my life last year, I wouldn't be mature enough, nor ready.

Timliness is everything when it comes to love.

That is the thing about love, it cannot be searched for or forced.

Love is weird, confusing, and just plain out crazy. But love will eventually find you, it's just waiting for a perfect time and a perfect person.