You’ve probably noticed, dear readers, no mention of a significant other in my posts. Suffice to say, there isn’t one. For the most part, this doesn’t bother me too much. I have a miserable moment now and then, but I have my ladies, and I’m young enough to still believe I won’t die alone. And I’m certainly not ready to settle for anything just to be rid of the ‘single’ tag.
At this time of year though, I start feeling a little less ‘independent woman’ and a little more ‘constant craving’, if you will. Family Christmases always leaves me stuck between the adult couples and the kids, buying gifts for my brother and father result in the ‘for your man?’ smiles from shop assistants, and even holiday movies rub it in that life for singles is the lesser of the two options.
Unfortunately, once you get over Christmas, the next few months a fraught with special occasion just screaming coupledom is the best! First you have New Year’s Eve with its midnight kiss, and then there’s Valentine’s Day—the day of love. Or, alternatively, the day for remembering just how lonely and pathetic you are.
But it’s also now more than any time of the year I tell myself that it’s not worth settling. Spending Christmas with my family, as much as I love them, is ample craziness enough to convince me to hang out for someone who I honestly want to spend forever with—to share fifty years of family Christmases. And it’s not just my mad relations that bring me to this realisation—it’s often something I read, or see that reminds me that perfection is out there. Sometimes it’s a personal interest feature in the paper, or a movie, or perhaps a moment noticed between a couple while wandering the stores. This year, it was something much more surprising—a One Direction song.
I’m not a One Direction fan. In fact, I tend to change the channel the moment they are mentioned. But tonight, on the way home from Monday Night Trivia with Rendez, their song Little Things came on the radio. Listening to the lyrics, not knowing who was singing, I was blown away by how impressive the song was. I’ve had it on repeat now for the last hour. I love it.
So, what’s so great about this song? Two things: it’s simple, and unwaveringly true. The song is essentially a monologue to a woman, describing all the things about herself she hates…but her man loves, because they are part of her. That’s what love is. That’s what’s worth waiting for, even if it means another Christmas and Valentine’s alone.
Ps. It’s written by Ed Sheeran, who I love!
One Direction, written by Fiona Bevan and Ed Sheeran