I may have been broken one too many times,
I may have heard "I'm not ready now" too many times,
I may have dreaded the thought of you too many times,
I may have cried over you too many times,
I may have wished for him too many times.

But I still yearn for love,
the beauty of it, the simplicity,
the warm arms wrapped around me on a cold day,
the smile when it rains,
the kisses and the warmth,
the shelter and the comfort.

I may have been broken too many times,
but the reason I keep coming back for more is because
I don't know how to stop.

I am addicted to the imaginary and pray it will be reality,
I am addicted to the concept of love and its endless possibilities.

One day, it will come.