One day you're 15 and down about everything. You think that having a boyfriend is the most important thing in the world and you worry you'll never have one because you're too fat, too loud, too ugly. Fast forward a few years and you realise that there are much more important and significant things that define you and it doesn't matter what anyone else thinks and you should just dress and say and do what makes you happy. You decide to be unapologetically you. And it's when you finally do this, that you stop pretending, that you stop trying so hard, that you just be you that the perfect person walks into your life and you hope like hell that they'll never walk out of it. Fast forward a few more years and you're living together. You're waking up beside the person that means more to you than you ever thought another person could and they're all yours. You're planning the rest of your life together. You're getting a dog together. You're planning what to have for dinner every night and where you'll go on holidays and when you want to have children and then you stop and think for a second. You remember back to those years when you thought you'd never find anyone and you realise that it was only when you stopped pretending and looking and analyzing every conversation you had with a potential lover that the perfect one walked into your life when you least expected it. And you know that they'll never walk away.
