Love will find me.

Dear Stranger,

Love.

I find myself entranced by the very idea of love. I know deep within that I'm not ready for it, yet this yearning persists, like an echo that refuses to fade. Every time I meet someone, I inevitably find something wrong. They're too nice, too mean, too distant, too close. There's always a reason to let go, a flaw that stands out, making it impossible for me to hold on. We humans are conditioned to seek love. It's woven into our very being, a force that drives us forward.

But when you can't seem to find the right person, whether it's your fault or time itself the question is, is this yearning a blessing or a curse?

It's a question I ponder often.

- Blue