Of the heart.

Why does it have to be so complicated? Why couldn't there be a book where they tell you who you're suppose to be with so you would've have to mess up your life searching for that one person. I mean, do soulmates really exist? I'm so scared. I'm a hopeless romantic yet I'm not that good in relationships. If I was, wouldn't I find myself happy right now giggling thinking about him? But I'm not.

Right now, I'm confused instead.
I don't know what love is. I don't think I'll ever. I want to give up on it. I wish I could. But I can't. Love is everywhere. All forms of it is found in the air, the sky, in the faces of the poeple around me, even in the words of those who don't even speak to me.

I wonder if he really is out there; Mr. Wonderful. What do I know? I'm just M____ N____ M_______. Nothing to find here but one face, several truths, and change that will affect this world.