I want to fall in love. Its such a simple statement, and a very selfish one too. Its nothing to be ashamed of - to admit an emptiness in our own life that we don't know how to fill.

It is difficult to explain the empty feeling that gnaws when walking down the street and seeing a couple kiss, or the valentine's cards - knowing that no one is looking for one for you.

It is an emptiness that makes you feel like you've missed something and leaves you wondering what is it like to hold someone's hand. At what point in history did we make the 'wrong' choice?

There is a security in being alone, not letting anyone close enough to hurt you. Its easy to keep going, occupying your mind until you can't actually feel anything. And yet, once you slow down, it all catches up and hits you like a freight train.

There has to be someone out there... doesn't there?

My apologies to anyone who does not understand this and feels that I have wasted their time. To those who do understand this, my sympathies and sincere wish that one day you shall find that silver cup and drink of it - you never know until you try. I suspect I need to take some of my own advice.