We are tolerant of you.
Searching for our perfect match, praying for their existence.
Disturbed by the fact that sometimes you are not there.
Giving more than enough.
Just to end up with nothing.
You leave burdens on our shoulders, wondering what wrong with us.
The fact is we are not patient and we rush.
Blinded by our enchanting imagination that someone will one day put us first.
Only to be disgusted when that dream is crushed.
Yet we long for the affection of someone.
Never being stoic and refraining from falling fast.
Distracted by the captivating life of LOVE.

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