Sometimes I wonder.

I wonder what it's like to have someone "special." Someone to come home to, or someone who would come home to me.

I wonder what it's like to hold someone in my arms and know that they want to be there.

i wonder what it's like to know that I am as important to them as they are to me.

I wonder what it would be like to spend my life with someone, knowing that they are there because they want to be.

I wonder what it's like to love someone who loves me the way I love them.

I've tried my best to find someone, but I always make the wrong choices. I'm always left wondering what I did wrong.

Always wondering.

Lyrics from Abba. "One Of Us."

"One of us is crying
One of us is lying
In a lonely bed
Staring at the ceiling
Wishing she was somewhere else instead
One of us is lonely
One of us is only
Waiting for a call
Sorry for herself,
feeling stupid, feeling small..."

I wonder what it's like to love... and be loved.