Today I was musing. I was thinking to myself if it is really okay personally if I really do not meet anyone in the future next time ... would I really be okay about growing old by myself?

Do I fear the sight that people cast along my way?

Exactly what is love? Will anyone understand me? My thoughts, my fears, my feelings? And will I be able to reciprocate in the manner that is worthy?

Is there ever a person made for me? Or only in my dreams do such a man exist?