Dreamer

We each have the special someone, that person who dreams are made of. The one whose character could not be questioned. The one who we dream about at night.

It is only natural that we seek that someone who we feel will fulfill out ever desire. That one person who we have loved since we first know what love was.

Where is she?

Where is the perfect bride for a flawed groom? What has happened to the one who makes me want to be better, to aspire to be the perfect man? The man who she deserves. It is as if she is hidden.

There are so many. So many who are pleasing to the eyes, but bitter to the soul. This is not what I seeks. I seek the one who is full of joy, who is like a wellspring bubbling up. The one who will replenish a heart that is aching.

How can I find her? How can I find that one who dreams are made of? Where mush I go, and what must I do to find the one who will bring eternal happiness to me?

Until I find her, until I find peace there is only one thing to do. One thing that will keep me sane. The only thing that will keep me from tearing apart my own soul.

Hope, the one thing Pandora kept inside the box. The one thing that helps the beaten man to carry on until he finds that perfect women. The prospect that tomorrow might be that fateful day when our paths will cross by chance.

The day will come when that dream of finding the perfect women will become reality.