Growing up, my mom often told me that finding a man would be difficult for me. She wasn’t being mean, but more so speaking from her own experiences. She’d say things like, “The right one will come when you least expect it, but don’t be surprised if it takes time.” I always wondered why she said that, especially when I saw so many people around me finding love so easily. But now, as I get older, I can’t help but wonder if there’s some truth to her words.

I’ve been on dates, met plenty of interesting people, and had a few relationships, but none of them seemed to last. It’s like I’m constantly searching for something real, something that feels deep, and yet, I end up feeling unfulfilled. I know that love isn’t something you can rush or force, but sometimes I wonder if it’s just not meant for me.

I hope I’m wrong. I hope that love is out there for me, waiting at the right time, when I least expect it. Maybe my mom’s words were just her way of preparing me for the ups and downs of life, but I can’t shake the fear that her words might hold more weight than I want them to. Still, I hold onto the hope that my story won’t be one of waiting endlessly. There’s got to be someone who will come into my life and show me that love can be worth the wait.