Love, this time.

Fall in love. 

Have I really fallen in love? I don't know. It was a good feeling before but it wasn't true. I want the real thing. And I'm wanting it so badly. 

Will it happen tomorrow? Will I bump into him near my office? Will I meet him when I'm doing my grocery? For sure it won't be in a bar or a club. I'm not desperate, nor am I lonely. I just feel like this is my time now. I want to know what it feels like. To be with someone who will love you deeply and unconditionally. To have my head rest with somebody's chin. 

I love romantic comedies. Happy endings, cheesy lines. Dreaming is all I have ever known and now, I'm 36. 

So I'm terrified that I'll be one of those girls who never falls in love because it hasn't happened yet. I don't think I'll be one of those girls who falls for anyone just to see if love could be found there. 

I'm hoping. 

That one day really soon somebody will love the girl who loves getting lost in a book,
chasing those fantasies that only exist in her mind?

That this year, 2012 that somebody wonderful will love the girl (who she thinks is wonderful back) gets lost is her train of thoughts and will never be able to tell you why she got lost in the first place?

Soon, really super soon somebody who will love the girl who yearns for those midnight talks about life and what it has to bring?

It will happen soon. Somebody who will love the girl will come. 

I know that I'm not the only one out there who feels this way. Younger, older, wiser: there are many of us. It's a scary concept, love, but I still want to feel it.