I have specific ideals about love, and how it is supposed to be. I should know better. I work in family law. Sometimes my own life is a poster child for family law cases. I know that love takes work. But a part of me feels it should be like this:
And I think, because of this expectation, I get disappointed. And somehow I keep hoping and trying. Which is okay with me – because how can I find something of that quality, that caliber, without trying.
But some days, I feel like this:
Today is one of those days.