Where are you my true love?

How many more to go

Before I see you

Do you even exist?

I thought I knew a few.

I tried to find you

In many around me

Bumped into a few close

Some even bent on their knee.

How many more times

Do I have to fall

How much more hurt?

Before you make the call.

From tree houses to the palaces

What could I do!

Put in all I had cause

Each time, I thought it was you.

One came as a notorious youth

And was quite innocent

But after few years 

That road got bent.

Then was full of maturity

And dreamy air

Got lost on the way

Ended the passing affair.

When came the crazy

Exuberant, passionate brat

I thought- this is it.

But it wasn't just that.

And now I am lost

Don't want to look no more!

When you are here

Try knock on the door!!

The only difference...

There’s a reason I said I’d be happy alone. It wasn't ‘cause I thought I’d be happy alone. It was because I thought if I loved someone and then it fell apart, I might not make it. It’s easier to be alone. Because what if you learn that you need love and then you don’t have it? 

What if you like it and lean on it? 

What if you shape your life around it and then it falls apart? 

Can you even survive that kind of pain? 

Losing love is like organ damage. It’s like dying. The only difference is death ends. This? It could go on forever.

~ Meredith Grey, ‘Unaccompanied Minor’