The ONE.

Ask anyone why they're still single, and the reply would almost always be that they have not found THE ONE. So who is this infamous ONE? It's that imaginary person in your head, the perfect partner. The perfect partner that opens the door of your car, or the perfect partner that you wished would just let you open the door for once. So could this person really exist then? The one. Are we all truly with all our ONEs or are we in fact just settling for the next best thing?

I for one, have come to believe that the one is yet just another illusion tv fairytales have told us about singing princesses and charming princes. It has made us believe that the only person that can be called THE ONE is the perfect person in our heads. That perfect really DOES exist. But frankly, I doubt that is does or that it did, or will.

My perfect person in my head, is in fact NOT perfect. But then what if my partner's ONE is indeed absolutely PERFECT? And its obvious to anyone that I am not perfect. And there IS someone out there better looking, funnier and smarter. So are we to go through life with the constant insecurity that the next time an 8/10 girl walks past your partner, our 7/10 ass better start making new accommodation plans for the night?

I'm beginning to think that it does. The days of movies that portray someone jumping on a 10 hours train ride to meet the love of their lives making any sense are gone. Now affectionate connotations are logical rational thoughts. We MIGHT stay together for the next year, I'm NOT SURE if I can be with just one person for the rest of my life.

These are all obviously very true statements but that would also mean I need to start burning my Jane Austen supply. As important as I think it is to be grounded when we're on the high of love hormones, I think romance is all about rash unfiltered irrational emotions that is "normally" ridiculous. It's sad that we need an excuse for such things, but as long as there is one, why not live in its moment?