Abstract Love

When you reach a certain age, know and met a great deal of people, you'll eventually wonder where have all the good guys gone. The romantic "someday my prince will come" picture starts to fog, the dreamy romantic scenes in all love movies became all but a fragment of the writer's imagination. Would you then wake up? Realise what you're perhaps waiting for might never come?

Being alone have a refreshing zest, you no longer get tied down by anything, by anyone. You meet new people, you get to think. For those who have always been single, appreciate it. Relationships only bring problems and weariness.

How would you know that he never hides anything, that he IS what he portrays to be? How would you know he geniunely accepts you for whoever you are? How do you find one who treats you the way you want to be treated? Why is it women seem to commit more and are more trusting than their counterparts? When would I ever learn?

Tired and awfully drained by this game called love. It takes form, a complex and tangled web that takes alot more than just understanding to appreciate it.

No wonder "LOVE" is such a complicated topic, so many songs, so many stories, so many discussion. Abstract and never defined. I might never know love.