Dry Roses

The ever so goddam confusing debate over L-O-V-E. Some people say that love is instant, when you meet "the one" you just know right the fuck away❤. Others, tell me you should give a new prospect time, let love develop if you have common interests and see where it goes from there. Some say love comes when you aren't looking for it, when you "least expect it". Others stress to "put yourself out there" nothing comes from sitting around and being lazy right?. So what do we do? I've been in both situations. Going through a very serious breakup about 4 years ago, I thought my whole life was ending, over, done. My breakup was ultimately the worst time in my 28 years of existence. It was far worse than anything I've ever had to go through up, even now. I had to give up not just an amazing boyfriend, but a best friend, a family, a beautiful house, a car, a dog, other friends that went with the relationship. It was the hardest decision I have ever had to make as a young adult. The experience was way worse than my parents divorce and far worse than being unemployed and scared off my ass about where my life is going next. For reasons I choose not to disclose it just wasn't right.
About a year ago, love came knocking at my door in the most unexpected way in yet another shitty time of my life. I had just lost my job for the first time around, something I thought would never happen to me. We met at around 4pm on St. Patty's day of 2016 (oh the luck of the Irish). I was drunk off my ass with my best friend and just going with the flow. I locked eyes with a guy and my heart just sank to the floor. We spent every waking moment together for three weeks straight before I boarded my flight to Thailand. As much as we fell hard for each other in literally a split second, it just wasn't meant to be in the end. The two roses he bought me, one red, one white, still hang dry in my room as a reminder that true love does exist. Again, however, my heart left broken and shattered, how can I learn to re-open it? After a heart so fragile and pure how do you leave room for the good when all you are used to are the idiots, the assholes, and the fuckboys who leave you crying in your very own apartment after an intimate moment because you can't handle being a real man (yes thats happened and a nice big SEXY shoutout to that fucking loser - you still leave me notes on my car to make me think you have a heart, you don't little boy, get over it).
Point of this fairy tale?

Open your heart. Never Settle. No More Losers. Sorry boys, only Real Men Allowed.✌