My motto regarding love used to be “Leave no stone unturned.” I feared that one day, I’d wake up to cats and Adele albums as my only companions. I would be saying “Hello” to stale regrets.
I feared I would never find true love unless I put myself out there and made it happen. So I did everything I could not to wonder, “What if?” I said “yes” to beer pong dates in case that frat bro was looking for more than a hookup. He wasn’t.
I relapsed with my ex in case he had grown up. He hadn’t. I waited years for the guy I was in love with to realize we were right for each other. I almost told him how I felt.