Skeptic of Love

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 Maybe soulmates are a myth.

I think it was told to people to give us hope.

Love might not be for everyone.

Or just not be for me.


I hear how easy love is for friends and family. 

But I’ve never experienced it.

What does it feel like to be loved by someone?

Is it as amazing as everyone says it is to me?


Is love fake?

Are we just told love exists and we will all meet the love of our lives one day. 

I don’t think it’s out there. 

He’s not waiting for me. 


Some people say they can feel they’re out there.

But I don’t feel it all.

I don’t think he will be looking for me and I don’t think I will find him.


I think it’s a way to help us move through life with hope in our minds of finding true happiness.

Maybe I can be proven wrong. 

Only time will tell. 

But for now I’m a skeptic of love.

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