Failed Misanthropy (Part 11: Caprica)

I don't know much about love.

Well at least not from experience.

It's always been that little emotion that always escapes me.

You see, I have plenty of friends, friends who I like to think love me.

But, I have enough friends.

I don't want anymore friendly love or familial love.

I want a love that moves mountains.

I want a love that conquers armies.

I want a love that transcends who I am, and all I'll ever be.

But I also want a love, that's simple and sweet.

I want a love that is tangible to everyone I meet.

I want a love like snowfall, a hurricane, a drought.

Essentially a love that is so powerful it is free of any reasonable doubt.

But, that's unrealistic everyone will say and I'd agree because at the end of the day,

I just want to know someone cares,

enough to embarrass themselves or put themselves at risk,

I just want to know there's someone out there who could love a crazy, psycho bitch