Back to Love

Hard as I try, I always keep coming back to love. I say I'll focus on my career, on my writing, and I won't think about love. I don't need love. I can live solo the rest of my life. And bam, it hits me in the head - I can't escape love and my yearning for it. That yearning for my soul-mate. I dream of him. I dream of his face, his eyes, his hair, his nose, his smile, his arms, his hands, his legs, his feet. I dream of him. I do. I do. I do. I try not to, really I do. But it's hopeless. I am a hopeless romantic. And so what's a girl to do? Do I even know what love is? Do I?