One is a Fine Line

Some of us got to talking last night. Maybe it is impossible for us to love just one person for the rest of our lives.

But we do already love so many people: our families, our friends, old loves, new loves ... everyone fulfills different roles and needs in our lives. That, perhaps, is the beauty of being human: we have the capacity to love so many people and to embody so many things.

However, we are always in search for that One Love, that one person that will change our lives, that, together, we can make such happiness forever more.

When did we start doing that?

Personally, I think that it is highly plausible to be with one person for the rest of our lives if you permit yourself to do so.

My theory, and I will speak for myself, is that ...

In my lifetime, there are so many people out there that are capable of being compatible with me. It's a vast world; think of the possibilities and probability.

But I think what distinguishes one person out of the thousands are the decisions and choices I made in the past, as well as the decisions made by the people who have influenced by life. It takes a combination of my past and his past to bring us here, thereby ruling out everyone else.

And I know that there is only ONE and one ONLY is that ...

I only have one life, and I only have one self. I can only afford one man, therefore I only want one by definition of demand and satisfaction curve.

But the most important is that ...
I only want one.

And why is that so impossible? Why doubt that? After all, reality is what we make of it. If I want to love someone badly enough for long enough to last a lifetime, I can.

I will.