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P. S. I Love You

So I know I'm super late seeing that movie, but let me say it was the best movie I've seen, ever. Never in my life have I cried that hard during a movie, except maybe Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants because that chick died from cancer. Or maybe Rent because Angel died of AIDS. Fuck, who am I kidding? I'm a crier. Bawler extreme. I love movies that make me cry, but hate them at the same time. Sometimes I feel like I just need to cry, so I'll pop in a flick and let the teardrop parade begin. If you love movies like The Notebook and The Holiday, do yourself the favor and check out P.S. I Love You. The one thing I absolutely despise about movies like that, is that I get all emotional and cry and cry until my eyes are red and burning and at first it's because the movie is so great and the love story is so wonderful but then after it's over, I'm like depressed because I've never felt a love as strong as any of those in the stories. Yeah, I realize that they're only stories, but I'm a hopeless romantic. If ever in my life I could have a love like that, I'd feel absolutely complete. A love like, when you go to sleep at night, they're the last person you think about and when you wake up in the morning, they're the first person you see. I've never had anything like that and even though I'm doubtful at times, I like to believe someone's out there like that, just for me. Not just a temporary fling either, someone who's in it for the long haul. We'll have Christmas and New Year's and Valentine's Day and birthdays. I know one day it'll happen for me, but I get so impatient. A lot of my friends are having babies and getting engaged or getting married and it makes me feel so ... late. Here they are starting families and I haven't even found a serious relationship yet. I'm not in a rush because I want it to be the right person, but ... I don't know. Sometimes you find what you really need when you're not even looking, but what if you've been overlooking them all along? It's like when you lose your keys only to realize they've been in your hand all along. You're so busy looking in the wrong places that you didn't realize they've been there the entire time. As far as I know, there's nobody in my life like that. There's a guy from my hometown who seems interested, but only after we had a conversation about me really having to trust someone before I'd take things to another level sexually. I honestly don't think I could ever be that comfortable with him.

WTF is all this random ranting and raving? Anyway, I guess what I'm trying to say is ... Mr. Right, if you're reading this and I've been overlooking you, I apologize. Jingle the keys so I'll take notice of what's been in my hands all this time.