I don’t want to be cynical about love. I don’t want to be one of those people that complains they won’t ever have a boyfriend or end up as a cat lady. I don’t want to feel like every relationship is doomed to fail. I want to believe in love, and believe that it can happen to me. I don’t want to feel that every time I find a boy I actually like has an expiration date and it’s just a matter of time until they leave. I want to be open to the fact that I can fall madly in love and the person won’t decide last minute to pick up and move across the country. I’ve always said that I don’t need no body, but I do. I need people. I need people there to snap me back into reality, to laugh with me, and to be completely goofy with me. I’ve found many friends like that, but I want something more, I need something more. I’ve been hurt a lot but I can’t keep letting that discourage me. There’s one person I have in mind, and I don’t know if it’s the universe, or fate, or god, or what it is, but I hope it’s listening, because really. I’ve been up and I’ve been down. I’ve been right and wrong. I’ve missed chances and given some people too many chances, but I really know I don’t want to let this one get away.