Insert cheesy 80s lyrics here

I want to know what love is. I want who to show me?

In a previous post, I mentioned photographer-extraordinaire Heather Gilson's blog, to which I am more than addicted. Heather may not know how precious I think her blog is (well, now she does), and how it makes my heart break, but in the most happiest of ways.

Every so often, she posts engagement or wedding pictures that just take my breath away. The other day I popped on over for a visit and was mesmerized by this post. Who knew a laundromat (sorry, Heather) could be so romantic? These pictures are adorable, right? And just to get a little deeper into my head, check out this couple too. I mean, even their damn feet are in love. So when I saw both of these posts, why was my first instinct to cry? Was it because my toes are definitely not in good enough shape to be as cute in peek-a-boo heels? No. It's because I want to know what love is. I want a partner to look at me like they do in those pictures, and I want to look back at the same person with that same pure honesty. I want to make a laundromat look like a love nest, okay, and maybe a little bit I want my toes to be cuter.

Let's get something straight. This is not a post eliciting pity, or looking for anyone to say, be patient, Little Ms. Notetaker, it will happen someday. Because maybe it will and maybe it won't. There have certainly been people who have looked at me like that, and I've even looked that way at one or two before. It's just never truly been mutual. And I think on more than one occasion we've tried, and when I say try, I mean we've looked and smiled but if you took the looks and the smiles out of the equation--say, just looked at the feet--you'd know it wasn't what love is. It's not about it happening. It's about not settling and forcing it to happen when it's not there.

Note to self: If I really want to know what love--this authentic laundromat kind of love--is, then the wait for the person that I want to show me will be well worth it. Thank you, Foreigner.

So, yeah, the fact that I don't think I've ever really felt like the couples in these pictures breaks my heart a little. But the fact that it's out there is like Elmer's glue, and that makes me happy. Thank you, Heather.