While I'm not an Evangelical, or a conservative, I am partly guilty of some what's described in these posts:
I was in love once before . . . and I honestly believed it to be God's will. I've never been interested in the dating scene, going out with a bunch of different women, going through some sort of an "elimination process" to find "the right one," dealing with crazy exes or jealousy or anything like that . . . I never even thought I needed a soul mate to complete my life. At the same time, however, I also didn't dismiss the idea that there possibly was someone out there for me, but I always felt like if there was, God would lead me to her, and that'd be the only relationship I'd have to concern myself with. So, when I found myself madly in love with a lady friend of mine years and years ago, I knew there had to be a reason . . . and I believed that reason was she was "the one" God meant for me. After witnessing her go through one sour relationship with one loser after another, and I finally felt the time was right, I expressed my feelings to her, and despite being flattered, she did not return them. Part of me was hurt, yes, but even then, I knew that there was nothing more I could do, and I didn't even need memes, or social media posts to tell me that: I told her how I felt, she didn't return the feelings, so what could I do? I could either be a fool and try to continue to pursue her and somehow force her to love me back, or I could be a sensible, level-headed person, and accept the outcome. I chose the latter. It's been two or three years since I opened up to her, and since then, I feel I've pretty much almost completely moved on and moved passed it. But, being in love is an experience I'll never forget, because it really messed me up: mentally, emotionally, and spiritually . . . pardon my French, but being in love can be a real mind ****.