Posted by: irisgodd3ss | August 6, 2007

A Little Thing Called Hope

Back in high school, entering into a relationship was a cinch. A boy would normally visit the girl’ at her house and ask her to be his girlfriend. If she says “yes”, a real relationship is formed. Courtship was as straightforward as the treaty of Versailles, and there was absolutely no room for misunderstanding or misinterpretation.

In college, courtship became less formal, but was almost as direct. You go out a few times, sometimes in a group, but often alone. Holding hands is always a good sign but never a sure thing. Kissing, however, always sealed the deal and you officially become a couple. And if you start sleeping together, you’re practically engaged.

The high school sweethearts have long since been forgotten. We now shudder at the thought of our college boyfriends. But if you really think about it, those were probably the best relationships of our lives. They were innocent, honest, and candid. Most of all, they didn’t involve the drama that we now go through on a regular basis in the search for something even remotely meaningful.

These days, a kiss is practically worthless. Sex doesn’t always mean anything. A relationship is harder to get into than Studio 54 in its glory days. When did love become so complicated, or more importantly, why? It has become a game, a tedious exercise, and a vicious cycle of disappointment and frustration.

Yet even the most jaded and the most cynical still go on first dates. We still lean forward to receive that first kiss. We all hope that the person we just spent such a lovely evening with might be different than the last. We hope that that person is looking for the same thing that we’re looking for. We hope that it’ll go somewhere, that it’ll have meaning, and that it’ll be real. We hope for butterflies, fireworks, and happy-ever-after.

Indeed, at the end of the day, hope is all we have – the hope that kisses will become sacred again and that sex is truly making love. Like a child, we never give up hope. And though most of us will never admit it, we really don’t want to because when we finally get that thing we were hoping for, it’s always worth it.


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