They say it will come when you least expect it.
As I sit in the Starbucks staring out the huge window people watching, I begin to think. What is out there for me? Anything? Anyone? Maybe, maybe not. I find myself getting emotional at the idea of being thirty years old and a cat lady. I mean, it's a possibility. I see people walking down the street hand in hand, kissing their significant other goodbye and smiling while texting. All the things I long for, at some point in time.
I feel like I always find myself taking ten steps forward to take twenty steps backward. Who knew people watching could be so depressing on a Monday morning? My mind is running a mile per minute and all I can think about is the thought of someone being out there for me -- or not.
maybe, more than half of them being men
yes, you still get lonely
Even as I sit in this coffee shop and contemplate my life, love is still a huge factor in my mind. I know it is out there somewhere. What if my soulmate is sitting in a coffee shop right now on the Lower East Side writing about how he longs for love someday as well? How ironic would that be? Although I doubt that's the case.
The idea makes the thought of someone loving me and love someday being on my side, all the more enjoyable.
Love is patient.
I keep reminding myself, but just how patient is love? I'll wait.