Love, actually.

I wonder if it actually exists. In the pure form. In the forever form. I see people, couples, and they seem happy. But are they? They look devoted and dedicated and content. But are they really? I love a great number of people, but none in the way that some rave about. Makes me wonder, does it really exist.

The kind of love I am talking about, is the kind where as long as that person is in your life, then the world can crumble around you. The kind where sleeping intertwined is comfortable. And a smile can warm the heart for hours.

Perhaps I am just too cynical for it to exist. Maybe it actually does, and I just can't see it. But as much of a pessimist as I am - I like to think that if it truly existed, it would be able to break down all of my walls and sweep me off my feet.

My knight has yet to arrive...  ¶ 10:21 PM