I know we’ve been talking about romantic love a lot recently (always?), but I want to take this moment to say one more thing: As of this past Saturday, I am the Apron Stage’s only unmarried weekly contributor.

Let’s not pretend I haven’t thought about the differences between me and the other regular writers and how maybe those differences are why they’re married and I’m not.  Most of these thoughts—if not all of them—are ridiculous.  (For instance, the other writers are all taller than I am.  At just under 5’8”, how is it I’m the short one?  And why is it keeping me from love?)

Let me tell you what is true about my life: I get excited when my arm brushes a man’s in the hallway at church.  I spend more time with my laptop than with people; more time with my roommates than with anybody else; more time brushing my teeth than I do being wooed.  Sometimes I cannot fathom how I will get from this life to one in which I wake up next to a man who’s promised to love me forever.

But there are other truths too.  Lisa married Tagg on Saturday, after they dated for years, broke up for years, and found each other across the time and space of the blogosphere.  They are blissfully happy, and Lisa looked (can you imagine it?) so radiant even the wait staff was grinning.

And earlier this month, our very own guest poster/a former roommate/a current best friend, Reija Matheson, got engaged to the man of her dreams, after he wooed and won her between Saturday, June 12 (their first date), and Monday, August 3 (the proposal).  That’s right.  She fell in love while you knew of her.  They say they’re going to be happy forever.  And you know what?  I 100% believe them.  (Note: Reija and her man are both under 5’4”, spelling death to my height theory, darn it.)

And a few years ago, a guy in my church (Dave) loved a girl in my church (Laura) who hated him.  She hated him.  But Dave pursued and pursued and one day Laura realized she was ridiculous for not loving Dave because he was so awesome.  They married and still beam at each other in public and in private.  (As charming and hope-giving as their story is, it put the fear of Love into each of the women we knew.  What if the man of our dreams is the very guy we like the least?  This is a question I have still not resolved.  I hope I never have to, please bless.)

So that’s it.  I live with the basic, everyday truths of my current, everyday life.  But I also live with these stories—these amazing, crazy, real life, present day, present tense, the-people-standing-in-front-of-me-are-grinning-like-crazed-lovers stories.  I can’t imagine how my current set of truths will magic into a set like theirs, but I have to believe that it can.  Because the true love stories don’t stop coming—they won’t go away.  And they keep happening to people I know and love and pray for and respect.  People who are sane.  People I thought were like me.

A friend said to me this week, “Don’t blame Jane Austen, Sarah.  Blame Lisa, Reija, and Laura.”  I’ve decided not to blame them at all.  Instead, I’m giving them the credit for a small, modern-day miracle: I’m 28, educated and open-eyed, and yes, I still believe in true love.