I feel the need to say that not all young adults know what I have learned from experience—that self love is earned by loving oneself and it’s the only way. Struggles are real for everyone and when no one comes along to love that most amazing heart of yours, it is a disappointment. So the reality wakes you up from your fantasies and you get back on your feet, thinking that maybe there’s another guy out there for me, but still that doesn’t happen because don’t we all want love. The dreams and hopes are never squashed though because there’s always more in life. You think it’s so pointless why even bother to try hoping and living and loving, but I get up again and think I want it so bad. I want to live and find meaning in the bad days. I’m still hoping to find that amazing thing out there. But I’m way more cautious and not the fly-away, naive little girl I was. So, if not today, tomorrow I’ll make my dreams fulfilled by finding love in loving myself and happiness with that.