Love Essay: The Perfect Love

The Perfect Love Five months ago, I started dating a guy named, Michael. Michael was a handsome gentleman whom I saw a future with. He was the type of guy that no matter how many times he entered my house, the first thing he’d do was shake my father’s hand. I was surely impressed with him and I think my parents were, too. We weren’t only just dating, but we were best friends. We told each other anything and everything. We often danced in my parent’s living room to music not from our era, which made it feel even more special. We danced to Sinatra and even Elvis Presley’s Can’t Help Falling in Love. It was the perfect relationship, appearing to be straight from a love story or even the movies. However, at the end of the summer before my senior year, everything changed in the blink of an eye with no warning and even no reason. Michael and I worked at the same restaurant, which was convenient. We rode together to and from work. I thought it was great being able to see him all the time. I mean, what girl wouldn’t want to spend all day with their boyfriend? Everything was great between us, but

I walked outside curious about what he had to say. “If you can’t work with your coworkers then you need to leave”.

Confused, and now angry, I asked him what he was talking about. He told me that Michael and a few others were complaining about me being in the way while they were working. Instantly, I felt another stab to my heart. It became clear, not only did Michael no longer love me, he wanted me fired, as well. As tears rolled down my face, I knew I had to resign. My heart could not take any more blows. I called my mother and told her I quit and to come get me. My mother never said a word. She took me home, put me to bed and laid with me all night rubbing my back. I cried, I was relieved it was finally over. I realized my true love was what God had already provided for me, which was my