Where is the love?
I have always wanted to find true love. Looking desperately for it, I've always worried about the the timing and the place. Relying on luck and coincidence. Believing that destiny would somehow lead me to my "soul mate." Ever trying to materialize it into something I could obtain. I've become too preoccupied with the search that I fail to realize that it's not something to be acquired but more like to be achieved. Not to have, but to be made. It's a continuous choice of action. And that I'm capable of producing such a powerful thing. Now that I have the verb, all I need is a subject with a nice adjective that goes before it to act upon.