I’m lucky; I always get what I wish for when it comes to love. A late bloomer at 19, I wanted a boyfriend—got him, all the fluttering and firsts, and the eventual kill-me-now heartbreak that followed. I then wished for a BFF-turned-boyfriend relationship—got that. It was sweet, comfortable, almost too-comfortable for a happy ever-after. Friendship eventually diluted the romance, hearts took separate detours, and I found myself losing a BFF and entering my late 20s definitely a more jaded single woman. Friendship and love? Ideal, possibly. Overrated, maybe. At the lowest point of that last heartache, I prayed to never go through that pain again—okay na na single, I told the universe. I wished to not go through that roller coaster again—unless it was the real thing. I was willing to wait for as long as it would take for the right one to come along, if only to spare my beaten heart. I [...]
