Crush boy

When I was 13 and met Crush Boy for the first time, I had pretty much decided it was love at first sight. Only a few months after we met. It had to be, or at least that's what I told my diary in...every...single...entry. Now, I was only 13, mind you, which is quick young, don't you think? And brace yourself: By the time I'd turned 15, I vowed (in full-on seriousness here, as only a teenage girl can pull off), I declared that I could see myself spending the rest of my life with him.

Well, flashforward some 15 years, and we're living happily ever after with two beautiful children and a dog, in a gorgeous house with a a green lawn on which we spend our evenings drinking lemonade and waxing poetic about how romantic our story turned out.

Can you detect my tone of sarcasm? Sadly, no, things didn't turn out that way...

So now I feel like I want to take a step back from starry-eyed love and rose-colored glasses and look at love from another angle. Maybe starry-eyed love moments that involve Hugh Grant or John Cusack lookalikes really only do exist in romantic comedies that have everything nicely scripted. I'd love to hear what you think...