So many people long for love, chase it, craft elaborate fantasies around it, but how many find it..?
I am not certain of the numbers-should I count on my fingers the ones who have been lucky? Too exhausting a feat, so I just begin to observe. Seeing lovers hand in hand, whispers shared under streetlights, laughter echoing beneath a midnight sky. And then there's me, always watching, always wondering. Is it not enough to want love? To...