thought #176- whenever it's right, you'll come out of nowhere and into my life

i have a confession. i love michael buble's "i just haven't met you yet." i really do, especially the video clip. everything from the cheesy choreography inside of a grocery, the notion of the love of your life in disguise as a stranger, the idealistic, whimsical feeling of love to his end realisation that it was all just a fucking daydream. it really gets to me, the inner sappy shit that i attempt to murder each and every day. but i like to think this wait, this absence of affection, this long listless routine of morning, noon and night and nothing really in between is just preparing my spirit for something much bigger to blow me away.

it's true. it's when you least expect, it's who you least expect that create happiness and a closer glimpse of completion in life. it may not be recreated as perfectly as buble's film clip, or how our dreams of meeting a prince charming in a heroic/ he-rescued-me-from-stupidity kind of way. but it will come. perhaps he was a person you initially hated. perhaps it will be the man you sit adjacent going home on the bus with. perhaps it's that stranger you see ordering the same toffee nut latte at your local coffee shop. perhaps its a mutual friend at a drunken christmas party. maybe it's your childhood best friend. maybe, maybe, maybe. it could be anyone.

i think that's what's so exciting and terrifying about the future. so be careful, cautious, love with an wide heart and even wider eyes. treat everyone with respect, be wise and remain hopeful. sometimes, whilst stuck in this conundrum of endless, perpetual waiting, you forget that maybe its you that the Creator is internally and subconsciously moulding and preparing for that one person you're holding out for too. i think we fail to realise that relationships are two sided, that waiting for the right one is just as much as their feelings as is yours.

so as i write, feeling like im in a 100 year draught and that i've been cursed to never lavishly pour my adoration to any male, i remind myself that even if i think i am ready. maybe he isn't. maybe i'm not either. and when that time, be it tomorrow, in two weeks or seven years, arrives it'll be just as magical as dancing in a supermarket aisle with the attendants, figuratively speaking of course.

love,

ps. you better watch it now.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1AJmKkU5POA