Every month, Mamalode announces a new theme and puts out a call for essays.

When they announced that February’s theme would be XO, my immediate thought was “This is a toughie–’cause what don’t I love? I could write 3,000 words about the boots in my closet, the woman at the gym who complimented my calves, or the jigsaw puzzle I’m working on.”

Pretty much, I have hugs and kisses for a million little things.

So I decided to go big.

Even though February is “the month of love,” and even though I deeply dislike Valentine’s Day (hey, there’s something I don’t love!), I saw no need to wrestle my brain into a quirky, off-the-wall story about love.

I have a big love, and he lives with me, warms my feet in the bed at night, and counsels me through the trickiest sections of my jigsaw.

There was no question: I would submit an essay about Byron.

Of course, because I also love to be ornery, I started out with this sentence:

Despite substantial evidence that the romantic ideal of meeting The One and living happily ever after is a crock, we are trained from birth to believe in it.

Please, click on the following title and read the whole thing over at Mamalode: “The One That Didn’t Fail”

I’d love it if you did.

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Published by Jocelyn

There's this game put out by the American Girl company called "300 Wishes"--I really like playing it because then I get to marvel, "Wow, it's like I'm a real live American girl who has 300 wishes, and that doesn't suck, especially compared to being a dead one with none."

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  1. I love it. And you are so right about not knowing what you would value 15 years in. We are at nearly 24 years and I am amazed daily at the serendipity of it all.

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