Love.

Well everything has already been written about it, and still, it feels that all is to be written.

We all have the need to be loved, we all fear ending up with the wrong person by our side, or worst, ending up lonely.

How do we know she's the right one… or the wrong one? Is there a right one?

I don't know how to explain what I think love is… I probably never felt it… I wonder if it's real, or is it as once my psychology teacher said… One day you wake up fed up of looking for the ideal, and settle with the real.

If that's the case, I'm not ready to wake up… I think I'll continue for a while looking for the ideal, with the same believe my grandfather continues betting in the lottery knowing that this week his going to win.

The hard part for me isn't being unable to find that someone as easily as in a film, but the inner question assaulting me every time I think of the subject: Is there a perfect soul-mate for everyone? Is there one for me? That's what torments me, and I really don't know if I'll ever find out the truth… let's face it, for someone that doesn't believe even in love at first site…

I have another problem (in a non negative way): I'm usually very picky. You know... when you're sixteen and it's perfection or nothing? Well I think I got stuck in that faze… In the first “defect” I encounter in someone, I lose all the interest… and all the things we read about love being about concessions and learning to tolerate so we can be also tolerated… well to be honest it sounds more as my psychology teacher preaching about accommodating than about love… maybe I've read too much idealists that in the end are nothing but dreamers… but the problem is that I find so much comfort in their ideas that I haven't got the minimum desire of contradict them with what could end up not being a wrong decision.