I have found almost everything ever written about love to be true. Shakespeare said: "Journeys end in lovers meeting". What an extraordinary thought. Personally, I have not experienced anything remotly close to that, but I'm overwelling to believe Shakespeare had. I suposse I think about love more than anyone really should. I'm constantly amazed by the its power to define our lives. It was Shakespeare who also said: "Love is blind". Now, that is something I know to be true.

For some, quite inexplicably.. love fades. For others, love is simply lost. But then of course, love can also be found even just for the night. And then there's another kind of love. The cruelest kind. The one that almost kills its victims. It's called "unrequited love". Of that, I am an expert. Most of love storys are about people who fall in love with each other. But, what about the rest of us?. What about our storys?. Those of us who fall in love alone. We are the victims of a one-sided affair. We are the curst of the love ones. We are the un-love ones. The walking wounded. Yes, you're looking at one such individual.