For now, I’m happy knowing that I’m not desperate for love at the moment. I might be under influence but this patience came to me nevertheless. I like the warm feeling of knowing that there are portrayals of the kind of love I seek; it makes me feel like I’m in a vast garden. The wind is blowing, the sunlight covers everything around me and the insects add company. Perhaps someone who wants the same dream as me will meet me and we’ll become free and lost or perhaps I’ll spend the rest of my life waiting for it to happen, hoping magic exists and that it could touch me someday.