I've always enjoyed getting flowers, even if it is a rare occassion. Who doesn't enjoy getting a dozen roses? But even more intoxicatingly beautiful is a single red rose. Nothing can haunt one's soul more than a single rose. A single rose is so powerful and strong, it can stand alone in it's beauty. A single rose is really, the most beautiful of all.
I am a single rose.
The problematic thing is...I act like a carnation. Carnations are kind-of the loser flower if you ask me. They're cheap, anyone can get them, and no one really wants one. C'mon, who wants a dozen carnations? They're kinda the reject flower that everyone throws out. And that's kinda how I feel.
I've been single a long time now. I'm tired of being treated like a second-rate carnation. Guys are overlooking me constantly. And if someone tells me one more time, "You're time is coming." Or "It'll happen when you least expect it." I might scream. I've been "least expecting it" for years now. When will someone see this rose for who she is?! I'm tired of being single. I want to share my beauty with someone else. I want to share in someone else's life. I want to be a wife.
So until then, this rose is going to keep acting like a carnation...because that is all I know how to be.
7 comments:
don't sell out! Be who you know you are - a beauty like a field of roses. If anyone is in Christ they are a new creation, remember? (2 Cor. 5.17). I love you Jess...
I totally totally feel you. I am going to start going to a singles group at Derby Friends on some Saturdays. Let me know if you would ever like to go. Most of my friends are in relationships so I really need some support!
Will you marry me?
But you are an awesome carnation! I love you...just as you are...lol (Fun movie quote and words of wisdom!)
Maybe I just should have stood up on my chair and yelled "I hear ya sista!" Same boat!
Maybe I just should have stood up on my chair and yelled "I hear ya sista!" Same boat!
I know this sounds trite (I am much older than you and have now been married 22 years) but it DID happen to me - when I least expected it. I'd purchased a little home, not too far from where some of my friends lived and settled into the single (divorced) life. Then I met my spouse, through overlapping friends, and we eventually married. Before we transferred to Texas (spouse's job change) and I called the realtor who had helped me find and purchase my home, his reply was, "Feet first, huh?" I had told him that I would be in that house and expected that the only way I would leave it, would be feet first (okay - dead and carried out!). By the way, I was single for 5 years, between marriages, and I was 37 when I married my good spouse.
So please, Jess, don't dispair. I reveled in my singlehood, enjoyed the things I could and WOULD do on my own... I was free to eat when I wanted, what I wanted. No one argued about my choice of movies, or about the tv channel I was watching.
Another secret - when I married and after much turmoil in my mind, I decided to take his last name. Which means that you and I have something in common: a first and last name.
Hold your head up high, girl - you are someone to many people, as evidenced by the comments left here.
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