Mellow

Another month comes and I feel no difference as a wonderful person I am supposed to be. How could life be a beautiful thing when I haven’t met that very soul mate I craved all my life? One potential after another, but all I see is another heartbreaker or just plain average Joe. Am I asking too much for a perfect man? Is that all in life I should look forward to when the only cliché playing in my mind is Love is that... Love is this… You know what, Love is bulls*@#. That’s it! Maybe I should be done with it. There can never be a perfect significant other and I won’t settle for just enough. Not now. Not after I waited forever. Pathetic.