In my twenty three years on this planet,
I have met countless people.
How many of them I like is one matter.
How many I could see myself loving
for the rest of my life
(however long that may be)
is another.
The notion that one day,
I may grow old with someone
terrifies me to my very core –
how do I know when I have met that person?
What if I already have
and I was too blind to see it?

In a world so full of people,
individuals with their own likes and dislikes
and ambitions and goals
and motivators and passions,
how can I be so scared
of ending up alone?