Time. There is only so many seconds in a day. To be precise, there are 86,400 seconds in one day. You would think this is a lot of time, but the seconds fly by. The minutes, hours, days, and years passing by without warning signs. Suddenly, you wonder, where has the time gone? Ugh, I remember when I was talking to (whoever it was) and we had such a great run, but now it is over.

I have never been in love so I can’t say this is a heartbreak, but I do know something inside of me was breaking down. All this time I put effort into something I thought was going somewhere, and I said to myself, “Wow, maybe this might be the right guy, he’s treating me with respect, saying everything I want to hear.” This is just what I wanted to hear, not what I needed to hear. What I needed to hear was, “Don’t wait around for some boy who is calling you “cute,” but can’t even take an hour out of his day to see you.”

Waiting around sucks, trust me I have been there more times than I should have.

On multiple occasions, I should have said, “If our time comes, it will,” and peace out. Instead, I stuck around. The worst part was the relationships I thought we could really have potential and be something, and maybe all this waiting was worthwhile. You know what they say, “Be patient. Good things take time.”

I finally grasped the real explanation behind this phrase. Don’t think everything is going to fall into place in one night, and your life will be good to go. Things will happen for a reason in order to get you to the right place and person. “Be patient” does not mean “Wait around.”

Yes, I know that boy has told you, “...you are a priority, you are never the second choice.” I have heard all the lines. You would think by now, I wouldn’t be getting hurt, sitting in bed, writing this article, but no matter how many times we get hurt, it won’t stop us from never being knocked down again. It is not like the chicken pox where once you have them, you can never get it again. Hearing we are not a backup, is the reassurance we want to hear.

Thinking we are not going to be left on the side of the road, like a garbage pail by the end of someone’s driveway, waiting for the morning to arrive when the garbage is dumped with the rest of the trash in the truck. Sorry to tell you, but there is already a new girl coming along, and “this boy” is waiting until they have that new girl secure, telling her the same thing he once told you, “You are not a second choice.” But, in the morning, you will be the one in the garbage truck.

Sadly, boys are right. We are a priority and we should always feel like we are number one, but also THERE SHOULD ONLY BE ONE. That is where they get us. They make us feel special and have us trapped in a fantasy land, but we have to make sure WE ARE THE ONLY ONE.

My tip is to not sit there, waiting for that boy to text you or Snapchat you, because he is most likely sending that same “adorable” selfie to the other five girls on his list. Be open and do what you love, instead of wasting your time. When the time is right, things will work itself out. If you guys were meant to be, it will happen. Don’t wait. “Do what you love and love will find you.”