As a young girl all you ever dream about is your wedding day. Well actually just as a girl in general I suppose, and there starts the search for “Mr. Right.” Who is he going to be? What is he going to look like? What is he going to be interested in? When will I meet him? However, sometimes it seems as though that jaw dropping day of meeting Mr. Right will never come. I made my heart vulnerable in high school and it got completely torn apart and shattered my first year of college. I was completely heart broken and kept thinking that I wasn’t enough. It sure didn’t help that he engraved that in my brain during our break up. So I kept looking for someone to make me feel like I was enough and someone to fill that void. I searched everywhere I went. I examined all the boys in all of my classes, all of the boys in my dorm, all of the boys I passed walking to class, all of the boys I saw while eating, you get the point. I literally searched everywhere for someone to make me feel like I was enough for them.

However, searching is tiring. Searching is hard. And searching started to take a toll on me. Somewhere in the middle of my second semester of my freshman year of college I decided I was just going to do me, I was going to do what makes me happy and if a guy comes along eventually, great! If one doesn’t, that’s okay too. I learned to love who I was, dive into my interests, and learn to be by myself. And then, when I wasn’t even looking, I found you.

I found the person I can sit on a couch with for 12 hours a day doing nothing but watching TV. I found the person who going to the store with or 7-eleven for a slurpee with is enough to be a date. I found the person I can drive in circles with for hours and conversation doesn’t ever die. I found someone who pushes me to be a better me everyday. I found someone who cares. I found someone who takes time out of their day to do the little things like ask how my day was. I found someone who cares about my interests and wants to be involved in them. I found someone who wasn’t cautious about introducing me to mom, dad, or the rest of their family. I found someone who wasn’t afraid to meet mine. I found someone who isn’t afraid to tell me when I’m wrong, or I’ve done something to upset them, but will sit with me until it’s fixed. I found someone who loves me for who I am. Most of all I’ve found someone who continuously chooses me, loves me, and makes me know that I am more than enough without having to second guess it.

I never thought the day would come, but I couldn’t be more thankful. Thankful for the heartbreak, thankful for the circumstances, thankful for the way it has played out so far. I don’t know what’s going to happen next, but I know that through the ups and downs and the curveballs life throws at me, I will have someone by my side to help me through it. All because I decided to stop looking for “Mr. Right”.