The sun is shining on my window
as the snow is falling on the grass.

The beauty of sunset on a snowy evening
is too much for me to handle.

Tears are running down my cheeks
like a waterfall rushing down the valley.

The laughter outside somehow seems unreal to me.

Many couples are holding hands-
with their hot coffee,
as they walk down the street.

Smiling,
so happy as they look into each other eyes so passionately.

I laugh at myself.
How could I be so stupid?
There is no Cupid!

Looking for love
is like looking for a shooting star...

Shakespeare once said
'It is not in the stars to hold our destiny but in ourselves.'

So I wipe my last tear with the wet overused tissue.
I stand up from my bed and turn on my light.
I look into the mirror.
I smile as I can barely recognize myself
with black mascara smeared all over my face.

I knew right then that it was going to be okay.
I decided from this point on,
that I'm done!

I'm done looking for love.

But instead, I'll wait.
I'll wait until whenever destiny
decides to knock on my door.