Love always ends differently and it always begins differently - especially with me.

I've never felt like there's just one way to be beautiful. Tall or short, straight hair or curly, it doesn't matter.

Part of me feels you can't say you were truly in love if it didn't last. If I end up getting married and having kids, that's when I'll know it's real - because it lasted.

I've been giving out chances every time and all you do is let me down.

So . . . middle school? Awkward.Having a hobby that's different from everyone else's? Awkward. Singing the national anthem on weekends instead of going to sleepovers? More awkward. Braces? Awkward. Gain a lot of weight before you hit the growth spurt? Awkward. Frizzy hair, don't embrace the curls yet? Awkward. Try to straighten it? Awkward!So many phases!

You have people come into your life shockingly and surprisingly. You have losses that you never thought you'd experience. You have rejection and you have learn how to deal with that and how to get up the next day and go on with it.

The longer you're with the wrong person, you could be completely overlooking the chance to meet the right person.