As age draws near, the wonder of love and happiness draws nearer.
Sometimes I catch myself in this philosophical delusion. However, more times than not I’m just lonely. What a terrible thing to say even if it is true. When I am lost in this world of emotions, or lack thereof, the question I ask myself is—is there such a thing as true love? A soul mate? It’s a depressing thought, actually, because if there is, then the chances of us all being with the wrong person are astronomically profound.
I’ve been on the opposing side of this triangle for a long time. I’ve been the one to say in regards to relationships, “You can’t have it all. Sometimes you just have to settle.” Now I am extinguishing those thoughts for a dream of something relatively close to meant to be.
This is a question for men and women, married, single or divorced, widowed, and whatever else you might be. Do you believe in true love?
Just as Eve was created for Adam, is there some one person for each of us?
