Will you ever find a
Man?
An all-too-familiar question.
A man.
As if without one I will surely become an old hag
With cat fur embedded in my furniture
And a deep sadness embedded in my soul
As if finding a man is the very most important part of my existence
As if I can’t do things on my own

As if the meaning of life is placing the
          Letter “r”
Between M and s until death do them part
Sealed with a period at the end
                                                Mrs.

Right now, though, let me be.
I just want to be
Me
Period.
When you spend too much time looking for a man amongst millions of boys you waste the time that could be spent looking for
                                                                                              yourself.
But when you let yourself crawl out of that tiny corner of your heart that no one could reach,
You realize that the most important part of your existence is the discovery that your soul is complete without attaching itself to another one

So stop looking for the soul who will “complete you”
Search for                          your soul

And the rest is simple: The foundation of knowing yourself will last forever, even if bricks crumble and the doors fall off the hinges on someone’s way out.
Fall back on knowing that YOU create your happiness.