Light One Candle for Love
I have spent the last ten years in a perpetual state of seeking 'the one ' with very little direction. I've dated all kinds. Tall. Short. Older. Younger. Mexican, Iranian, Italian, Asian. Every one of the religious denominations or no religion at all. All in an attempt to find that thing, that unnameable, I'll-know-it-when-I-see-it thing. In the beginning it was good fun. After a couple of long-term relationships ended, it was exciting to be in a position where I could go on dates with new people. To be in a state of hopeful anticipation, to feel the rush, wondering when they'd text or what my next date would be like. But as the years went on, I kept going through them one after another after another. When one ended, I was eager to get back on to the apps, thinking that surely then, in an inbox full of matches, my future partner would be there. And to be sure I didn't miss out I'd date three at a time and pressure myself to make a decision, only for all of...
