The Next Best Thing

The feeling that I'm destined for single-blessedness is getting stronger by the minute. Okay. So I'm only twenty-one-turning-twenty-two. And yeah, I've never had a boyfriend before of which I don't really regret at all because I haven't met anyone who would have been perfect for the role.

I think that's the problem. I haven't met anyone. I've had dozens of crushes. But nothing along the category of true love ever came my way.

I'm not saying this single-blessedness thing is a sure thing. I'm just saying that lately, I'm getting that feeling. I could be wrong. But then again, I could be right. There's a 50-50 chance of either one occuring.

I've always wanted a family. A loving one. A God-centered one. I want a husband who's both my soulmate and my bestfriend. I want kids to love and take good care of and guide well. I want to go through the joys and hassles of being a wife and a mom.

But if I can't have them, then I'll take the next best thing... a career in cardiothoracic surgery.

P.S. I told my sister that I'll help her and my younger brother send their kids to school if I don't get any.

:)