What is this thing called love? I once knew it but it was but a dream. I onced loved a girl, who meant everything to me. Her beauty filled my dreams, the thought of making love to her excited me. She was fair, beautiful, warm, sexy (not thin but just right). She had long dark hair, beautiful eyes and a warm smile. But she was a dream that turned into a nightmare. So what do I do now?
Do I settle for less than the vision of my dreams? or is there someone like my dreams out there again awaiting for me to discover her, and make that dream live again. Do I throw away the dreams and ideals and settle for something else? Do I give up that passion I once felt? The dreams of everlasting bliss.
I guess, I know my answer. No. I cannot, I must find such a girl again. One who will fill my dreams, make every time I look at her, one where I desire her and dream of her, every day and night. I will find her again… someday, somewhere…