Each day seems to have the same beginning, the same middle, the same end. Wake up, shower, dress, and drive to work, work, to school, drive home to an empty house, sleep. Day after day, night after night until the days blend together and I have forgotten even what day of the week it is, what month it is. I long for something more.

I long for that inspiration to come and sweep me off my feet. To open my eyes and show me that all my dreaming, all my wishing, was not in vain. I wish to have someone desire me, want me in their life, feel so strongly about me they cannot even imagine life without me, cannot remember life without me. I long to feel so passionately about someone there is an ache in my heart every time we are apart, I long to be loved. Daydreams and silly fantasies, I have always been this way. Always the one to say to myself that there is one out there who is perfect for me. One who is my other half, the one who will love me just the way I am. And the one who will accept my love and cherish it as the most sacred gift that could give him. Always hoping, it has yet to happen.
I have never been the one so desired by another. I have never known what it is like to have someone care, love, me so deeply. I have never known this, and when I think about it, the words grow silent for me. I find I am uninspired, looking once again for inspiration.