Love has never really hit me.

Everyday I walk the streets saying or acting like I'm content being alone. But no one ever really is. Compliments from middle-aged strangers means absolutely nothing to me. I'm continuously waiting for something, someone to make my time here a bit more worthwhile. I wait for the day when I can walk around with a smile on my face or at least a smile in my heart. It's taking forever to get here. But when it does, it can all so easily be swept away. I can get my heart broken in a second. Still, it's a risk I'm willing to take. Once that person comes along...