“Have hope; there’s someone out there for you. You just haven’t met her yet.”
Allow me to object. I met her years ago
And somewhere in the meantime she showed me what it means to love
And even to this day I feel her name engraved upon my heart.

When I stared into her ocean eyes
And I moved my lips to form “I love you,”
I felt it in my soul: the reason I was born
The purpose of my being, the thing that God intended.

But see, He didn’t make us into perfect-fitting puzzle pieces
(Despite all the idealists and Such Great Heights)
But I believe He destined me to fall in love with her
And He made her to fall in love with someone else.

So now I lie alone, to ponder inequality
And contemplate the ways I'll never be complete.