And the pieces never seem to match, though they force them too… it’s called settling and learning to love someone for who they are. That is not soulmates. The majority settle and learn to accept the flaws.  True love is finding flaws beautiful from “the get go.” I say this, but I am a man who is single and forever looking. Some call me hopeless, some say that I am unrealistic. You know what I say? I say, “fuck that.”  I’ve had many loves and have loved many… from each I gather and learn. A never ending search.. mission… quest…   “If you’re looking you will not find it…” Yeah, whatever makes you feel better. ha. I see her face in every set of exotic eyes, in every small body with a nice ass, with every tattooed being, with every kissable neck.  I am sick…  that’s a fact. I would drink the blood of the perfect one to seal the fate and confirm the promise.  I would do anything for the one I do not know. Is it instant? I want her to see me hurt…  I want to find lust in vulnerability. Don’t let this phrase pass you by… FIND LUST IN VULNERABILITY…  this is where truth in love sits and waits to be discovered… but it is rare in it’s finding.   Appreciation isn’t love…  Caring isn’t love… friendship is the strongest root of the tree that love is… branches called, “assurance.”