There has been an influx of young marriages as of late. Tis the season I suppose, much like it was around this time last year. It gets me to thinking that true love doesn’t just wait to have sex. True love waits to get married. Young people feel the need to have meaningful lasting romantic relationships, they believe that fairy tales are what they need to look forward to in life, so meeting prince charming and getting married is what it’s all about. I would hate to stereotype all the young marriages I know of because God knows it is far beyond me to judge the hearts, minds, and maturity of those people: I haven't been good enough friends with any of them to come near to having that right. I frequently find myself on both sides: both pointing out the flaws and defending the decisions of the young and in love. I project what I've felt onto those young couples though, and it makes me wary. But still I think to myself that I would much rather have the man that's perfectly suited to be my partner have slept with someone that he truly cared about before finding me, than marry someone else quickly out of hasty passion and bind themself to someone else. True love waits for their puzzle piece match out of respect for their other half. That's what I remind myself as I make decisions and go through the stages of my life as patiently as I can.
7/7/11
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