Two Great Loves and Lots of Shoes

Disclaimer: These are not my shoes

While watching my favorite show, Sex and the City, the question came up about great loves and how many you have. The general answer is two. When Carrie realized she had her two great loves, Big and Aidan, she thought she needed to stop. "Here Lies Carrie, She Had Two Great Loves and Lots Of Shoes".

Like I said before I've been in three "serious" relationships (I say "serious" because I'm not sure how "serious" they were about me). I am not sure if any one of those would be one of my two great loves. Although there's a slight possibility one might have been. I'm not sure when you realize someone is a great love. Is it the same for everybody or does an individual make their own rules. Do you get butterflies? Does a great love make you giddy? Do your knees get weak? Your palms sweat? Or is everything normal? How long does it take for you to know it's great love? Do you know after a month, six months, a year, two years? I have had butterflies. I've been giddy. My knees have been weak. It had been short lived. Does that mean it couldn't be a great love? Man, this whole thing is confusing.

I like the simple things in life, like shoes. I love my shoes. I know how I feel about my shoes. I can count on my shoes. My shoes have always been there for me when I need them. I don't have to question the way I feel about them. When I bring a shoe into my life I know I can depend on it. It goes into my closet, where it belongs and stays there until I need it. When I need that shoe, it's there (now sometimes there is some digging involved to find it, some shoes are so shy). My shoes do not get jealous of each other. My sliver Toms don't tell me I'm spending too much time with my flip flops. Forget the crazy cat lady, I believe I will be the crazy shoe lady.

"Here Lies Megan. Confused About Great Love but Had Lots Of Shoes".

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