Last night while I was at work, one of my co-workers made a comment about how he couldn’t understand the positive feeling chocolate gives (due to the endorphins) because he had never been in love, so he has never experienced that sensation.
Never been in love? How sad, I thought to myself.
Now, this guy isn’t exactly young (probably in his mid-upper 30s), so the fact that he had made it that far in life without EVER loving someone romantically really surprised me. I cannot imagine my life without having experienced the total joy and frustration of loving another person.
It got me thinking about how lucky I am to be 26 and married to someone that I completely respect, and enjoy spending my life with; how I’m even luckier that we met in high school and didn’t have to go through the awkward adult dating process.
Now, I know not every day is sunshine and roses, but there are a lot of things that easily prevent people from loving another person. For one, you have to trust them with your heart, and pray that they don’t break it. Opening myself up this way wasn’t done lightly. Even by 17 or 18 I was wary of love. But to make it all the way to my 30s? I don’t think I could have done that.
How would life be different if I hadn’t shared my heart? How would your life be?
All I know is that I’m glad I did. 🙂