Singletons

I think I have finally reached that stage where you loose your mind over a guy that you know, in the deepest part of your heart that he is not worth it, but you hate the time alone, the empty apartment, the whispers to yourself, overhearing the loud humps from the neighbors, and the daunting goosebumps that lover's holidays bring to you.

Bridget Jones mentions it so much in her book that I fear that it is a plague that creeps on many women once they get to 30 without a man. They ultimately become, "Singletons," mindlessly searching for love in all the wrong places, and the suckers for the pointless excuses.

I keep trying to hear Keanu's voice in my head asking me: So why didn't you wait for me? Why did you settle? I did say I was coming, do you know what you are doing?

I try to hear it every time I look at his face but my mindset is so shut from everything unrealistic now that I have sailed out of the present into this lovelorn infatuated girl trying to squeeze a relationship out of a lemon.