For the my child of love.
http://www.reddit.com/r/AskReddit/c...edditors_feel_is_the_best_thing_about/c8cmod8
I get to hang out with me. I spent so much of my life walking around believing that only the love of another could complete me. I believed that if I worked hard enough to become the princely figure I'd seen in every movie, read about in every book, and heard about in every song that I could somehow become worthy of some elusive princess.
Well, I tried all that. I emulated the classic prince. I was the best boyfriend ever to a girl I really loved. She took me for granted. I was forced to gain a little self respect and drop her. It hurt. Worse than any pain I had felt before. It wasn't losing her that hurt. It was the pain of learning that my fairy tale perception of love was false that killed me.
I took her side even when I knew she was wrong. I bolstered her self image every chance I got. I made a big deal out of valentines day and stupid anniversaries taking it as far as booking a helicopter ride with roses and champagne. I made written notes of things she liked when we went shopping so I could give the best gifts. I always let her fully speak her piece in any argument, so we barely ever fought. The problem was, I required none of the same from her. The fairy tale perfect boyfriend is a fucking doormat.
So, with the exception of a few insignificant relationships here and there, I've been single for two years. I've abandoned the idea that I need someone else to complete me. And I've never been happier. I love me. I love my life. I love my friends. Maybe some day I'll fall hard in love again. Until then, I'm pretty stoked to just live my life as me, for me. When you abandon the pursuit of external love, you find the most powerful and lasting love of all. Self love. And I'm not talking about my relationship with my dominant hand.