You can spot her a mile away—you know, the settler (= the girl who’s settling for a guy who’s very eh). Why does this girl settle for such a loser? He doesn’t love her, let alone care about her. He’s only half-invested in their relationship (if that much). What’s the point of it?
For the 4th of July, I decided to write a romantic poem (ooh la la, right?) instead of writing about freedom or patriotism. While I definitely hope your day is patriotic and freedom-filled no matter what your relationship status is, this poem specifically goes out to my single ladies who are facing the holiday alone. Wave one of those sparklers for me and relish the fact that even if you feel alone, you're not alone. Happy Independence Day (ba-dum-ch!).
Dear Hallmark, when I wrote to you last Valentine's Day, I wasn’t completely honest about my feelings toward you. It’s true that I didn’t watch many Christmas Hallmark movies for Christmas of 2020. And that’s great. I exposed some of the false expectations that you produce in women, which I feel good about. But I failed to mention that—despite your flaws—your movies have a certain draw to them that I can’t seem to resist.
Ever since I started Tizzie’s Tidbits of Truth in 2015, I’ve received texts, emails, and words of praise for my writing. Not because I’m an outstanding writer who deserves them. Not because my posts are oh-so-insightful. Not because my writing style or format is particularly excellent. But because countless individuals have made the conscious choice to encourage me.
If I could only tell you one thing, it wouldn’t be “I hope this relationship works out for you” or “I’m sure he’s a great guy, so living with him is okay” or “God hates you for doing this.” Nope. None of those things are true. Instead, I would tell you this: “You can leave your boyfriend at any time. In fact, please do. Absolutely nothing obligates you to stay with him.”
We’ve all heard that we need to wear our hearts on our sleeves and let our emotions determine how we act. But if you’ve ever been reprimanded by a friend whom you bared your soul to…if you’ve ever been ignored by a boyfriend whom you spoke intimately with…if you’ve ever been rejected by a mentor whom you shared your darkest secret with…then you know that wearing your heart on our sleeve is messy. In fact, it’s unwise.
Before you assume that I’m saying it is sinful to write letters to your future husband, I promise that’s not what this post means. For me, it could lead to sin. For you, it may lead to positive things, like gratitude or submission to God’s will. And that’s amazing! Just don’t forget to be on guard against sexual, unrealistic, or discontented longings.
I fantasize about love because, deep down in my soul, I don’t actually believe I will get to know it. Yes, it is real for other people—but not for me. I have been given access as an observer, but not a partaker.