Does this describe you? You believe you were made for love and you know it's not a fairy tale. You have a Pew Dream - a family that you purposefully sit in view of at mass every Sunday so you can idolize them. Your last five relationships have a corresponding Taylor Swift song:Enchanted, All You Had to Do was Stay, White Horse, Love Story and All Too Well. You've read Captivating and Wild at Heart by John and Stasi Elderedge. You've taken every Disney princess quiz. You can't stand Jane Austen's Elinor. You want love, love that lasts, love without excuses, love that is friendship set on fire. Your qualifications are someone that is hot and Catholic - is that really so much to ask?
Hopeless romantics do not want for vision; we lack a bridle. The cure for hopeless romantics like me is really simple, even if it is hard. See, we dream of white horses but we sometimes forget that wild stallions only leave us broken but imperfect knights are still worth waiting for. We don't have the time to accept that even white horses, well... they still poop in the middle of the street.