Love Is A Unicorn

How can anyone find real love?
Such a seemingly impossible search. We might as well be looking for unicorns.

How can we expect anyone living in this day and age to truly find love? Or even know it when they see it?
What does it even look like? What does the product of a single-parent home think of the possibilities of finding a mate to love for the rest of their life?

I'm not talking about that mother-to-son, brother-to-brother, 'hey... I might not always like you, but I'll always love you', I didn't chose to have you in my life but I'd rather die than lose you from it kind of love.

No.

And I'm not talking about that bff, known you since I was two, best friends for as long as you don't piss me off, I'll cry on your shoulder every time I don't find the love I'm actually talking about kind of love.

Nope. Not that either.

I'm talking about that 'in sickness and in health', hold your hands even when they're ashy, look into your eyes and know everything you're saying, kiss you with morning breath, rub your feet even though I've been walking all day, willing to watch you age... even though I know that it means that you will slowly go from my type go 'My God, you look old'.

That's the kind of love that I've never seen.
That's the kind of love that I've been told my whole life is the truest pleasure in life.

We're raised on stories of adolescent characters going to desperate lengths to get the attention of the potential love of their life. But, why do fairy tales always end when the actual relationship starts?

What does "happily ever after" really mean? Maybe it's "happily even after." As in, living happily, even after falling victim to the 41% divorce rate. Living happily, even after losing your best friend and putting little Jasmin or Jamal through the perpetuating stress of watching their parents fall out of endless love.

These stories, just like life, don't give any real insight as to what you're supposed to do if you really do find love. In hindsight, it's about as frustrating as being a young man and realizing that sex ed is not going to teach you how to make your woman orgasm.
Shoot, that might even help love last.

But no. We are left to build the image of love in our imaginations. And doomed to scrutinize everyone who doesn't live out our fantasies; completely disregarding the fact that they are just trying to live out their own.

I've fallen victim to this cycle. I've been the hunter and the prey. I am the lost lover who has advice for everyone but myself. I am that product of a single-parent home who's just trying to find what he's never seen. Trying to be the example that I never had. Trying to start my fairy tale where the others end.

Somehow I still have faith in the mystical, magical, practically unknown for this millennium thing that is true love. I don't believe in elves, fairies, wizards, or trolls. But I do believe in God. And if God is love... and I'm created in his image... I have to be able to find my reflection. Even if I've never seen it before.

So while everyone else is stumbling around the emotional Sleepy Hollow with a heart full of hope and no clear head on their shoulders...
I'll be hunting unicorn.


Live, learn & love!
- The King