Why? Why is it that as I go on through my life being myself and still being what others want and expect from me, I still maintain this lifestyle of loneliness. I continue to think that this idealistic thing called love is only moments around the corner so that give up would be an idiot action. But as my days turn to weeks, and weeks turn to months, and months turn to years, my hope slowly fade like if it was a candle slowly burning out. Is this thing called love even real? Because if it is, I wish I could just for a moment have a taste of it