It seems that anytime I figure that good fortune has smiled upon me, the sick twist of fate takes it away, to only tease me with it from time to time.
The universe mocks me in some odd fanciful way, like a sadistic child that tortures a poor frog till it is no more. It refuse to let me find love, to taste the sweet nectar of it. To feel the warmth of anothers love; their tender embraces; the sweet smell of their sweat.
It laughs at my attempts. My misreadings of all of my love interests, the numerous dating sites that I join; just to be ignored by all those I attempt to connect with. The only attention that I receiver is from spammers and would be scammers that would love nothing more than to seperate me from the little money that I have.
The only consolidation that I have is the fact that I believe, without a shadow of a doubt, that there is someone out there for me. Perhaps I haven't met them yet. Perhaps the fates haven't placed us into a course to be able to meet. Perhaps we are already on that course on opposite ends of a swirling whirlpool being drawn inexplicably together without knowing that the other exists until that fateful day that we meet and fall instantly head over heels in love with each other.
I eagerly await that day.
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