Prologue: My dreams …
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Love (noun): a deep, tender, and everlasting feeling of affection towards a person.
This is an emotion that I've never experienced beyond that which I receive from my family. I love them greatly and I know that they share my feelings, but this is not the love that I'm talking about. It is not the love that I fancy.
It has always been a wish of mine to fall in love with someone and for them to love me back. To be loved, I believe, is the greatest treasure that one may ever have. Though it is something that I fervently dream of each and every night, I fear that I will never see my vision realized.
Love is something to be shared between two persons. A few lucky, destined people will find it simply, without much pain or many trials. However, this is not always the case. Sometimes, it has to be built. There must be trust and compassion long before love can be born. This takes time.
Time (noun): A number, as of years, months, weeks, days, minutes, and seconds, representing an interval in a boundless continuum.
This is something else that I wished I had. Time. I have some, though not enough. I fear that the sand will run out of my hourglass before I can realize my dream. The grains are flowing too fast. There isn't much left…
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