Out of gas...
I'm 22 years of age. I feel like there's no one out there for me because I consider myself unable to receive or give love. In fact, I'm afraid of it. I'd rather stay in my fantasy longing for someone instead of going out and trying to make it real.
You probably think, "Whoa, kid, you're so young, you have so much time, someone will come."
Why should I believe you? Would you believe me if I told you that there's someone out there for you too? Would you? I think not. And neither would I believe you. So much time has passed, and I feel like I've wasted it all. Yet I keep on going. Will I ever find love? Who knows. I just know one thing: it's only over when it's over. And it's not yet over.
You're 55, I'm 22. We'll only find out if we keep on going. When it never happens, however, we'll still be able to tell ourselves that we held on. That we hoped for something better.
I'm too young to give up maybe. You are too wise.
I won't take my chances and give up and maybe never find out that there actually is someone out there.
Will you?