I suppose I wanted to say something about how difficult love is. Now I’m sure most of you have experienced it at some point, and probably started exploring it in your teens. Perhaps you fell madly, head-over-heels in fact, deep into the eyes of someone you thought was rather lovely.
And no other group of people is better at pairing off than teenagers. While the hormones were raging, you might have had your first relationship (and a whole lot of other “firsts”, too). You may have had your heart broken, too. You might have wandered from one heart to another. At that age, it’s ok. You’re working out who you are, and what you desire from a relationship. It’s ok to cry, it’s ok to be an idiot.
When you’re 29, you’re expected to know better with regard to these things. You’re expected to have had some experience, to know how to handle yourself in a relationship, to know what rejection feels like and how to handle it.
So most of you know how it feels, and I didn’t. I’ve still never been in a relationship, but my heart has been crossed a few times now. I know that some people — maybe most — might think I’m being a little pathetic. I think that, too. I sometimes dream of being in a loving relationship but, by day, that possibility seems very far away.