It's been said that we really fall in love with three people in our lifetime.
And these three loves are all 'a love’ of a different kind.
Often our first is when we are young; high school even. It's the ideal love; the one that seems like the fairytales we all read as children.
It's a love that [looks] right.
The second is supposed to be our hard love; the one that teaches us lessons about who we are and how we often want or need to be loved. Sometimes it's unhealthy, unbalanced, even narcissistic.
It's the love we [wished] was right.
And the third is the love we never see coming. It arrives unexpectedly and most always comes dressed in all the wrong packages. It’s the love that destroys any lingering ideas we clung to about what we thought love was supposed to be.
It's the love that [feels] right.
And maybe we don't all experience these three loves in our life; maybe it isn’t necessary.
Because there are those who fall in love once and it passionately lasts until their last breath.
Someone once told me those are the lucky ones, and perhaps they are. But I think those who make it to their third love, they're the lucky ones.
They are the ones who have tiredly tried. The ones whose broken hearts lay beating in front of them wondering if there is just something inherently wrong with how they love.
But there's not.
So if you make it to a third love. The one you never saw coming. The one that shows up unexpectedly. The one that shows us why it never worked out before. It's that possibility that makes trying, again and again, worthy of a beating heart.
There are millions of people in this world. There are hundreds with whom we may share a connection and an attraction, but there will be only one, in your lifetime, that is unforgettable.