You may feel alone when you’re falling asleep
And everytime tears roll down your cheeks
But I know your heart belongs to someone you’ve yet to meet
Someday you will be loved

Nearly every day, I read through the “Missed  Connections” in the personals on craigslist, hoping someone is looking for me.

It just doesn’t seem conceivable to me that not a single person sees me and hopes for a conversation at the very least.

There’s a song that says “Love is watching someone die… So who’s gonna watch you die?”

So, I’m wondering… who’s going to watch me die?

Now wait a minute, before I start getting comments about how I have so much to live for.  I’m not talking about dying now.  What I mean is: who is going to be with me right up until the end?  I’m probably too young to be worrying about all that, but how can I avoid it in a world that has, consciously or subsonciously instilled the thought that a woman is happy and satisfied when she’s in love and married, etc., etc?  Besides, as much as I like a good adventure, as much as I like travelling, I’m still fairly domestic.  So, given that, is it so odd that I want to find my one and only?

And, is it so wrong to want affection, attention, understanding…? Is it?

Maybe I’m living in a fairytale world.

Some day, my prince will come.  And he will be tall, and strong, with dark hair and piercing blue eyes. 

What is my fixation with blue eyes?  I haven’t the slightest clue.

Speaking of eyes: I can’t figure out why it is that I can talk to a guy for hours and hours and comfortably look into his eyes, but when I’m speaking to another woman, I break my gaze after about three seconds.  I wonder what this says about me.

Once again, another pensive, rambling post.

We now return to our regularly scheduled programming.

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I feel like I should say something useful and Interesting here, since I haven’t in so long.

But I won’t.