I have always believed in the myth of ‘the one’,
That special person meant just for you.
Planned from the beginning of time to be yours,
Being with him would be a happily ever after story.
He would be the perfect half to make you whole.
Perhaps reading too much of Cinderella as a child,
And harlequin and mills and boons as a teenager should be blamed.
But when I look around me,
All I see is broken hearts,
All I hear of is failed marriages,
So i wonder if ‘the one’ truly exists.
My friends call me a hopeless romantic,
Perhaps they are right.
But despite all these,
I still believe in it.
And so I wait hopefully,
Till I find my ‘the one’.