Tears roll down my cheeks, my steps heavy as I walk. The road is long and never ending. I am consumed by emotion, too many to articulate. They say it's not true, that things will change. Don't go looking for it, let it find you. How long must I wait? When I've found it, I was passed over, not good enough to be the one. I died inside when someone found it in me, and I could not claim the same. Do they not realize I'm not worthy? And it's simply life's cruel joke to make something so one sided. Sitting here wallowing, repeating the words, trying not to hope. Attempting to convince myself of the future. And yet still waiting to be swept off my feet. Such foolishness inside, keeping me awake at night, salting my pillow. I open Pandora's box to the world.