"There is no Mr. Right because there is no Mr. Wrong. There is whoever is in front of us, and the perfect lessons to be learned from that person."

A little "Course in Miracles" wisdom from Marianne Williamson.

What did I learn today, in finally exposing my heart to a man who doesn't share the exact sentiment? That speaking my true feelings was an act of bravery. That I can be loving in my acceptance of rejection. That I can respect the man's process without compromising my own needs. That I can state what I want, ask without begging, hear without whining. That I can be loved for who I am and still not be the one. That I can accept the possibility I am not the one for him, but I am a magnificent woman who is worthy of being the one for someone.

That open, honest communication can reframe the definition of a relationship to accommodate a new paradigm -- also a test of bravery, but that could be a very good thing.

That 15 years is a long time to some people. That six months can feel like one.

That you can't eat in the face of unrequited love because it hurts like a hot dagger in the belly.

Wait: I already knew that. Why did I need to get that lesson again?