The holidays, Part II

The day's almost over and I'm still in one piece. Physically that is. Emotionally, I'm still a wreck. As I mentioned earlier, I used to love the holidays. Hell, I could learn to love them again someday. But that doesn't help me in the here and now.

The holidays are meant to be a time of sharing. Sharing the wealth, the cheer, and, most of all, the love. I guess why I'm so depressed is because I have so much of it to share and there's none for me. I don't mean the love of a family. I mean the end all-be all of being in love. I thought I had it, but I suppose I was wrong.

I think I will eventually find "the one" that my friends keep telling me is out there. I know I have to be patient, too. But it's so damned hard and I keep feeling as if I'm running out of time.

I keep hearing the soulful words of Freddy Mercury and Queen ringing in my head, "Can anybody find me somebody to love?"

I just have to be patient. It will find me, I'm sure of it. I have to believe it to be true or what else do we have?