You will fall in love with someone who annoys
you, whose orgasm face looks and feels pathetic. Despite all of this, there’s
something keeping you drawn to them, something that makes you want to protect
them from the harsh world. What you fail to realize, however, is that you are
the harsh world. You aren’t their noble protector — you are someone to be
protected from but it takes a lot of dates, a lot of nights where you question
whether or not you are actually a good person, for this to ever resonate with you.
When it’s over and whatever love is left is put back in the fridge like a sad
plate of leftovers, you will finally understand that you have the power to hurt
someone. You can either hurt them or love them and it’s up to you to decide
what kind of role you would like to take on in future relationships. What feels
more comfortable — being the one who loves more or being the one who’s loved
less?
You will fall in love with someone who’s cold and always seemingly
pushing you away. When all is said and done, they will be forever known as the
one person you couldn’t get to love you. Unfortunately, it will hurt and sting
worse than the good ones, the ones that chopped up your meat for you and picked
out an eyelash from your eye and were nice to your mother, because love often
feels like a game we need to win. And when we lose, when we realize we couldn’t
get what we ultimately desired from a person, it makes us feel like a failure
and erases all the memories of those who loved us in the past. It’s a permanent
smudge on your love resume.
You will fall in love with
someone for one night and one night only. They’ll come to you when you need
them and be gone in the morning when you don’t. At first, this will make you
feel empty and you’ll try to convince yourself that you could’ve loved this
person for longer than a night, but you can’t. Some people are just meant to
make cameo appearances, some are destined to be a pithy footnote. That’s okay
though. Not every person we love has to stick around. Sometimes it’s better to
leave while you’re still ahead. Sometimes it’s better to leave before you get
unloved.
You will fall in love with the old couple down the street because to
you they represent the impossible: a stable, long-lasting love. You’re trying
to get someone to like you for more than ten minutes. A monogamous “never get
sick of ya” love seems unfathomable. “What’s your secret, sir? Do you just say
yes a lot?”
You will fall in love with
smells, the good and the bad kind. You will want to wear your lovers shirt because
it makes you feel close to them and you’re okay with being that PSYCHO who is
legitimately sniffing their shirt in public. You will fall in love with sweat,
certain perfumes, the smell of the season in which you fell in love. This
particular love smells like fall. It smells like Halloween and a roaring fire
and leaves and fog and mist and candy and food and family and whiskey and sex
and the lint that collects on sweaters. When it ends, if it ends, you will
never experience another fall without thinking of him, her, it. The memories
will stick to the ground like a mound of leaves and will only dissipate when
the weather drops.
You will fall in love with your friends. Deep, passionate love. You
will create a second family with them, a kind of tribe that makes you feel less
vulnerable. Sometimes our families can’t love us all the time. Sometimes we’re
born into families who don’t know how to love us properly. They do as much as
they can but the rest is up to our friends. They can love you all the time, without
judgment. At least the good ones can.
This is where I’m supposed to
tell you that you will fall in love with The One, a person who isn’t too cold
or too nice. Their “O” face is perfectly fine and they’re not afraid to show
how much they love you. This person is supposed to wait for us at the end of
the thirty something road as some kind of reward for all the heartache and
loneliness. We deserve them. We’ve earned this kind of love.
So fine. You’re going to fall in love with The
One. You’re going to fall in love with someone who will make sense beyond
college or a job or a particular season. They’ll make sense forever and won’t
ever want to leave you behind. I’m telling you this not because it’s true but
because it NEEDS to be true. Everyone is entitled to this kind of love, so why
not? Have it. It’s yours. Blow out the candles on your 40th birthday, holding
their hand, and let out an exhale that’s been waiting for ten years. Do it. Now…