why is it sooo hard to find that one special person that makes your days worth living?
Is it because you have to find your whole-self before you meet “The One”?
Why does love have to be so annoying but so wanted?
Is it because by nature we all want something we can’t have or find?
Love is a mystery and will stay that way, because they’re so many types of love.
i think that’s why we can’t find that special one. 😉