Why should I believe in "true love?" I have never felt it. I've read it, many times over. I've read of hot days, and hotter nights. I know all kinds of kisses; sloppy, sweet, short, long....

But I've only ever felt the kiss of cool rain on dry skin.

I've read of love in books, alongside elves, and dragons, and faeries...

Coupled with these, what makes love so special? So different? It is so much of a fairytale to me.

Why should I believe in love? Because it makes you happy? All I've heard is the heartbreak, and the sadness, and the oh, I wish I did not love them-! I've heard of the friends left behind and the terrible, aching loneliness. Are you happy yet?

Why should I believe in love? Because everyone feels it? I don't. I'm the one left behind. I am the one you forget about while you go have fun with your "true love" and then the one you return to when you are left. I'm the one you cannot hope to compare your loneliness to, because at least you've had someone to share this apparently wonderful thing called "love" with.

I am the one who doesn't believe in love.