It’s that time of year when romantics reek some extra love. Watching couples transform into fairytale characters, especially when the sun begins to set and the patio lights twinkle and dinner reservations roll in. All is bittersweet, given my single status and their admirable relationship. I call this the single syndrome.
Restaurants have a plethora of tables brimming with “tried but not-so-true” couples. You know what i’m talking about. But in the midst of it all, you find the deeply in-loves.
The ones holding hands, making eye contact, sharing stories, and making romantic gestures as if a Pride and Prejudice reboot was actually happening. In a non-cheesy way, of course. (Darcy and Elizabeth are #goals). They radiate all things romantic.
They’re are the ones who tug my heartstrings, a mental memo that becoming a good boyfriend/husband/father is attainable if given maximum effort and faith.
Despite my poignant (and sappy) behavior, believe it or not, I enjoy catching a glimpse of everyone’s date. It’s like watching a Nicholas Sparks movie -minus the soundtrack.
Love is infectious. At times, a couple’s candid romance can breathe life to someone’s day. A dash of hope to find love (or re-ignite a current one), if that makes any sense.
It’s the only holiday when I cry like an absolute baby, mimicking a spoiled brat so-to-speak. Every corner strikes another couple hand in hand, gazing at each other, chuckling for days. Definitely a good problem to have!
…I’m over here sipping a matcha latte’ with my screw face on, bursting in tears.
I can’t help but cry my heart out and dream of the day when I can finally live my own Nicholas Sparks-inspired life. One with a white-picket fence, a lovely wife, and kids of my own. Oh, and a golden retriever, of course.
If you’re currently single like me, grab your keys, head out the door, and coddle yourself. Perhaps
- splurging on a movie ticket (prices are absurd these days)
- ordering your favorite Italian dish
- going on a quick solo trip
What am I doing? glad you asked. I’m treating myself to a nice dinner for one, donning my favorite blue chambray shirt. I may or may not have a glass of wine, or two (this happens once a year, guys). Who knows.
Single or not, enjoy the day. It’s a holiday for a reason:)