It started off like any other Friday morning, but that Friday morning I found myself looking for love. You see, love has not been kind to me over the years. Here and there, I believed I had found my love. Of my two longest relationships, one ended in divorce and the other with me alone in the emergency room. No, love has definitely not been a friend of mine over the years.
Even recently, I have found myself in love with somebody I should not be in love with. It is as if the Universe is dead set on playing one cruel and twisted joke after the ohter on me. I plod on though. I muddle through. Even if for so many years I have been doing it the wrong way. I continue on.
That Friday morning was an exercise in futility. No matter where I looked, I could not find love. Every seat where love may have been waiting was empty. Was I once more going about love the wrong way?
Is it so wrong wanting to find somebody to love that will love me like I love them?