Confession #9: Someday, I will find "Someone Like You"

So, I had somewhat of an awkward moment on Thanksgiving this year. The only family we have here in Texas is my brother and sister; the majority of our family lives in Michigan, and the rest are scattered everywhere else. So, naturally, we go to my brother's house for Thanksgiving. My sister comes, and this year she brought her baby boy, my nephew Caleb and her baby-daddy, Mike (yeah, they aren't married. and don't get me started on how much I hate this guy, because I have a very strong opinion of him.) Anyway, my brother is married (has been for a while now) and he and his wife, Trisha, have 3 kids; two girls, Addison and Peyton, and a little boy, Weston.

Now, Addison and Peyton, for whatever reason, absolutely love it when I come over (which isn't often anymore, since I'm busy trying to have my own life and being a full-time college student) and this time was no exception. After dinner, Addison (she's 8 I think) decided that it would be a good idea for us all to say what we're thankful for. Everyone in my family gave the traditional "I'm thankful for" answers; family, health, children, etc. I personally wasn't really thankful for any of those things. Truth be told, I'm thankful for a lot of things, but what I'm most thankful for is my friends, family (even if they drive me nuts sometimes) but I'm especially thankful for music, dance and theater. But, of course, since no one in my family does any of those things, none of them really understand how much music, dance and acting means to me. So I kept my mouth shut on those.

When it came to my turn (I was last. Go figure) I tried to avoid having to say anything altogether. It was then that Addison decided to suggest (or rather, blurt out) something that I might be thankful for.

"Are you thankful for your boyfriend?" She asked. My response to that?

"No... stop reminding me of the things I don't have that I wished I did" and I quickly downed the rest of my iced tea, wishing that it was some kind of alcoholic beverage so I could drown my sorrows and forget that I'm 21 and single.

See, my problem is this: I know lots of guys. But... the ones that I do know are either my ex, have a girlfriend, are gay or are married already. And the one guy that I DO like is a guy that I can't have. I know it seems like all I do is complain about being single, and I know I should be content with where I am right now, be content with what God has given me right now, blah blah blah blah. I know all that, don't think I don't. It just hurts, a lot more than people think it does. Everyone I know is in a relationship. Everyone I know is happy. I'm not. I'm neither in a relationship, nor am I happy. I may seem happy, and some days I am happy. But most of the time, I'm not. I just have to pretend, or people will start to worry, and I can't have that.

Anyway, this one guy that I have absolutely fallen head-over-heels for is, in my opinion, THE PERFECT GUY for me. But, I can't have him. I don't want to go into all that; it's so much drama, and to be quite honest, it's really complicated. And when I say complicated, I really do mean it's complicated. All I will say, is someday I hope to find someone exactly like him, because he's just so... perfect. He's the kind of guy any girl would be lucky to have. And, I'll say this... the girl that does have him? I hope she knows just how lucky she is to have him. She better know exactly just how lucky she is to have a guy like him. And if she doesn't know, she doesn't deserve him. That's all I'm going to say about that.

So, here's the song for my post. It's a song by a female singer named Adele, and it's called "Someone Like You". I think the song will explain itself.

P.S. I've started choreographing a dance for this, but I don't think I'll do this one next semester for the Spring dance concert. I've got another dance in mind for that. Well, enjoy. Until next time, farewell, my dear readers.