It is better to have loved and lost, than not to have loved at all. Is it? I don't know. Sometimes I don't think so. Every time I have loved, somebody hurt me or left me. Now I always keep one hand on the rail in case the rug is pulled under me. But it hurts to not be able to completely let go. When will I find "the one" ? Can I at least get the one who will hang around for a year or so? The one who will call me his girlfriend? The one who will invite me to hang out with his friends and not avoid hanging out with my friends? The one who will travel with me somewhere? The one who will love me even at my worst and not always expect me to be at my best? I think maybe I'll be alone for a while. I don't know how long though.