When I was younger my definition of love was based on far-fetched romantic movies.

Anyone can buy flowers, candy, and jewelry but it’s the most simple things in life that show how a person feels about you.

The truth is; love isn’t all about grand gestures and the perfect ending.

Love is just stumbling through life with your best friend.

It’s letting her eat the food off your plate even though she has exactly the same food on her own plate.

It’s waking up at 2AM because he’s taking up the whole bed and you’re refraining from pushing him off.

It’s singing in the car at the top of your lungs and embarrassing each other in public.

It’s having stupid fights and hearing “you’re an asshole” and “you’re a brat.”

It’s having fun together while cooking meals and doing daily chores.

It’s cuddling her in bed on days that she feels sick because it’s that time of the month.

It’s getting butterflies when he’s half asleep and turns to cuddle and kiss you.

It’s making fun of her only to compliment her a minute later.

It’s making him mad sometimes just because you think it’s funny.

It’s thinking she’s beautiful in sweats with her hair in a ponytail and no makeup on.

It’s washing each other’s hair in the shower at night and making each other late for work in the mornings.

It’s blowing up each other’s phones just to get on each other’s nerves.

It’s being excited on a Monday morning because you know after work you get to go home to him.

It’s when she hates watching sports but still watches it with him anyway.

It’s walking around the mall hand in hand.

It’s putting up with her playing pranks on you for her own entertainment.

It’s listening to each other vent about that horrible day at work.

It’s looking after him when he can barely stand after a big night out.

It’s spending nights in bed eating junk food and letting her pick out Disney movies.

It’s not being able to keep your hands to yourself in public.

It’s spraying your cologne on her pillows so she misses you when you’re gone.

It’s waking him up at the crack of dawn just because you want to chat.

It’s not always being happy together because sometimes you do want to kill each other.

Being in a relationship is not always easy but it’s always worth it.

Love is choosing to stay when things get difficult.

It’s not needing each other to survive but wanting to go through life together.

It’s knowing that you are complete without each other but choosing to grow individually together.

It’s accepting flaws and understanding that nobody is perfect but somebody can be perfect for you.

Now that I’m older I realize that love is nothing like in the movies.

It’s better.

1. What time is the 3 o’ Clock Parade?

As a Cast Member you get asked this question at least 3 times a day while working your shift. Guests are not joking when they ask this question and even after you’ve replied ‘3PM Ma’am’ they will continue to look dumbfounded because they aren’t sure if you are mocking them.

2. What time does Universal Studios close?

The amount of people who come all the way to Walt Disney World and spend 1000’s of dollars and actually have no clue where they are is shocking. How do you book a trip, arrive at the destination, go through all the MASSIVE Disney signs, purchase tickets, use a guide map, walk around the theme park AND then ask “what time does Universal Studios close?”. I loved looking at the guests surprised facials when you let them know that you’re not sure because you work at Walt Disney World and Universal Studios is 20 Miles away.

3. I know you that you’ve already told me 10 times that you don’t have any reservations left for dinner but now I’m telling you that my child is 24 months old and doesn’t need a chair or to eat so can you squeeze in two adults in now?

“No, your child is two… I believe she probably does need a seat to sit on and food to survive.”

I worked in Cinderella’s Castle at Cinderella’s Royal Table restaurant and it was extremely difficult for guests to get a reservation last minute because to guarantee a reservation you actually need to book more than 6 months in advance as there’s only 41 tables but the amount of times during each shift that you get grown adults asking, actually no more accurately guests BEGGING and CRYING for a table is unbelievable. Guests would stoop so low to try to get into the Castle, I swear that I have heard that a guests father/child/mother is dying and I’m now ruining their trip if I don’t let them inside over 50 times. I can admit I have crushed so many families dreams of visiting the inside of the Castle…Whoops!

4. Where is Cinderella’s Castle?

Some guests will be at a different Disney park and ask where the Castle is and you think ‘Okay this isn’t such a silly question’ but then… When you tell them it’s in Magic Kingdom and they argue back telling you that your wrong because they heard it was in Walt Disney World, you lose all faith in the guests again.

Personally, Whenever I got asked this question it was when guests were standing right in front of the HUGE castle in Magic Kingdom and I won’t lie, it was extremely satisfying getting to look up above and point ‘right there’.

5. But it’s a 120 Minute wait! Do I actually have to wait in the lines to go on rides?

Unfortunately yeah, I’d say you would probably have to line up for each attraction like the other 60K guests who purchased tickets that day to visit the most BUSIEST theme park in the ENTIRE world. Sorry, there’s no magical way to get out of lining up.

6. Is this that firework show ‘Wishes’?

Announcements have been going on for the past 30 minutes letting guests know the show was going to start soon and then while fireworks are blasting over their heads and the song wishes is playing extremely loud in the background they are asking you that question.. Yes, yes it is indeed it is the firework show called Wishes on right now.

I fell in love with you and it felt like hell. 

It wasn’t like anything I’ve ever experienced before because loving you was a sad, dark and lonely place. 

My eyes were always swollen from crying and my mind was constantly exhausted from begging for your attention. I gave you my pure heart in the palm of your selfish hands and you completely shattered it without a care in the world.

Everybody around us saw it coming and I should have, but I am embarrassed to say that I was the fool who believed we’d make it. 

Months later and you haven’t looked back once and I’ve been silent since you left but I’m ready to talk now and there are some things I want you to know.

From the second I met you I knew I wanted you. I wanted every single part of you, the good and the bad. For a while I had you but soon after I realized it wasn’t all of you. 

You could make me the happiest woman in the world but you also had the ability to change that in a heartbeat and make me the saddest. It was so heartbreaking to love you but I did it anyway.

At first, you made me so incredibly happy and treated me in such a way a girl dreams about but once you knew that I would have done anything for you, you changed. 

You were no longer the sweet man I once knew. 

You became distant and emotionally checked out. You stopped thanking me and were no longer grateful for the things I did for you or brought for you. 

You stopped doing nice things for me without complaining about the effort you had to make and you sure as hell did a good job of making me feel like I didn’t deserve the gestures anyway. 

I looked at you like you could do no wrong, but the truth is you did so much wrong. You let me down too many times to count and every time I let it side. 

Whenever I tried to leave, you told me what I wanted to hear just to keep me around for your own satisfaction and I’m ashamed to say that it worked every freaking time.

A part of me wants to thank you because our relationship taught me a lot about the type of person I do and don’t want to date in the future.

Now I understand my self-worth and I will never allow this vicious cycle to repeat itself. 

Unfortunately, though, just because I know the kind of love I deserve and that I won’t accept only half of you anymore doesn’t mean it’s any easier to let go of someone you wanted so badly.

Every morning I still wake up praying that it’s all just a horrible nightmare. Every morning I can feel my heart aching and it’s a struggle to get out of bed and face the day ahead. 

Every morning I open my eyes and it’s just as hard to breathe as the day you walked out on me. 

Every morning I wake up wanting you back and have to fight every part of my body to stop myself from contacting you.

Every night when I get off the train I hope you’re waiting there for me like you used to be. 

Every night I miss our routine and now I wonder what you’re doing without me. Every night it’s hard not to call you, tell you about my day and say goodnight. 

Every night I think about how much I used to hate fighting with you but now I’d give anything just to yell at each other one more time.

I want you to know that I was once the woman who was so overjoyed to call someone as horrible as you ‘her man’. 

I accepted you for exactly who you are, I saw your flaws and loved them all. Your looks, the amount of money you had and where you worked didn’t matter to me. 

I wanted to help lift you up and motivate you to be the best version of yourself. I supported you and was there whenever you needed me. 

I was so proud of you and everything that you had achieved this year. Whenever people asked about you I couldn’t stop talking about you with my cheeks blushing, my eyes lit up and my smile ear to ear. 

Now I cannot bring myself to say your name, I keep to myself and avoid people who knew about us so I don’t have to explain that we’re over. 

I cannot make eye contact with my friends when they ask ‘how are you doing?’ because I know I’ll burst into tears if I look at them.

I wasn’t perfect and I can admit that but I spent so long trying to be the best woman I could possibly be for you. I wanted you to see that I could be and that I should have been the one for you. 

I cared about you more than I cared about myself and that’s where I went wrong. I was always making sure that you were happy and in the process of loving you, I lost myself and that’s the worst part of all this. 

I became an insecure and miserable woman who cried every day over a man who was incapable of loving me the way I deserve. 

I’ve spent all this time believing that I was the lucky one but as it turns out when I look back on our time together, you got lucky. 

I hope you read this and don’t feel sorry for me because as hurt as I am, eventually, I’ll be okay and I’ll receive the love I deserve.

It’s you that I feel sorry for because you got the raw end of the deal.

You lost the kind of love that you’ll never find again.