Everyday, i see too many divorce files on my table and listen to so many people talk about their failed marriages that it scares me. It makes me think that love doesn’t exist. It makes me scared to fall in love or to even have any notion that I will be with someone at the end of the day. 

However, despite that, deep in my heart, I still want for love to exist. I want for someone to find me, to love me, to be with me through thick and thin. I want for that person take away all my fears and embrace all my failures. I want to believe that there is someone out there that will love me and accept me for me. I want to believe that I would mean the world to someone, that I am that person’s reason to smile and to believe in love. I want for that person to feel blessed that I am in his life. 

Having said that, who am I kidding, I am not the kind that someone would take a second look at, or even get a first glance. I am not the kind that guys would dream of. I am not the kind that “gets the guy”. I am not the kind that people can love so easily because of all my insecurities. I am just not that person anyone would want or love. 

Ironies of life, I still want to believe that someday, somewhere, someone will say to me and mean it with all their heart “I.Love.You”. 

I want to believe that love exist in spite of and despite all that I see everyday.