If I told you I was not a crier, I would be lying through my teeth. I am a super emotional person, and I find that sentimental things play a huge part in why I tear up. You may already know if you’ve read my previous articles that I have spoken about Sex and the City, and how it had impacted my life in both good and bad ways. I am going to bring back this TV show and talk about it once more because I just finished the last episode of season six. I will not ruin it too much, but trust me- it works with what I would like to say.

There was a post circulating around on Facebook the other day, which read; I love to see people succeed in life (or something along those lines). About half way through the last episode I think my tear ducts had their work outs for the day, and this is why;

In the last episode you see everyone; Carrie, Charlotte, Miranda, and Samantha all fall in love, and they are all finally happy. Charlotte gets accepted for her adoption, and will receive her child in less than 3 months. Miranda finally gets married to the baby’s father and moves to Brooklyn. She finally breaks and realizes that she is a true mother and loves Steve wholeheartedly. Samantha battles breast cancer- and wins, then falls in love with a guy who treats her like she is a human being and not just a sex object. And then Carrie. Carrie and Big (Whose name is John) meet in Paris after Carrie had left an episode prior to be with an artist, and she finds out that she cannot have what she truly wanted; a family. Big (John) comes saves her, and takes her back to New York, and at the ending of the episode Carrie does a little monologue. This monologue hit me hard;

Later that day I got thinking about relationships. There are those that open you up to something new and exotic, those that are old and familiar, those that bring up lots of questions, those that bring you somewhere unexpected, those that bring you far from where you started, and those that bring you back. But the most exciting, challenging and significant relationship of all is the one you have with yourself. And if you can find someone to love the you you love, well, that’s just fabulous.

It’s crazy to think that sometimes to begin the relationship, you first have to love yourself. When you begin to love yourself and find your worth, you will not settle for anything less. Everyone we meet will either bring us towards or away from what we truly want. Sometimes it is a good thing in disguise or it could be a heartache waiting to happen. All my life I have been trying to find someone to love me, to hold me, and to understand me but in reality what I should have been doing from the start was establishing the love I have for myself.

I ended up crying because I realize just how lucky I am to have someone who has seen the struggles of coming out to my family. I have someone who even though we have fought – loves me the same. It is never just another day when I am with him because each day is new, and that is something I am happy about. I never realized just how lucky I was to be with him until last night. It has taken me 10 months to finally figure that out, but I have to admit that looking back on those ten months- I wouldn’t change it for the world.

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