love? what love?

I admit it, I'm chronically in love with the idea of being in love.
Imagine having someone to share your time with, to explore things with, to grow with...
With a big sigh, I can only wait for that someone to arrive. Waiting in vain? Maybe. But then again what else can I do? Pursue love and push myself to like, love someone? Well, that won't be very difficult because I know I'd fall in love easily. The problem is I always risk making a fool out of myself... foolish thoughts, foolish things, foolish acts. Haaay, if my friends only knew what I'm willing to do for love, the way they see me would really go through a hundred eighty degree turn.
Yup, maybe I do deserve to treat myself better. Then maybe, just maybe, that love I've been waiting for, the love that I deserve, will come my way.
Desperation? I don't think so. Masochism? Well that's a totally different thing...