When prince charming detours

Why is it that we are built with the desire to be loved? Appreciated for what we are, tolerated for what we are not. And what in us makes us envy those who have found it so that when your friend shows you her drop dead gorgeous ring makes you wonder where your prince detoured?

In a film love is portrayed so effortless. I mean, it would be nice to believe that one day I’ll walk into my favorite coffee shop and he will be walking out - as we carelessly spill our coffee and offer a million apologies. Our hands will touch. Our eyes will meet. He will smile, I will gleam. Music will play and our lives will be forever intertwined… but life doesn’t happen that way.

While talking to a friend who is in her early 30’s, she sighs as I tell her of a mutual friend’s engagement. She looks at me and says “Where is my happy ending?”

What do you do when Prince Charming seems to be taking longer to arrive?

Do you buy a neon light in the shape of an arrow pointing towards you?

Do you wear a t-shirt that says “Desperate”?

Or do you like Snow White hope, dream, and sing that “someday (your) prince will come…”