The city streets were teeming with activity as I stood alone in the cold night, the lights of cars passing by and the sounds of the city filling the silence. No matter how much I tried to deny it, the truth was that I was always the one left behind, never the one who was picked. Behind my facade of a hopeless romantic was a woman who longed to be loved.

“Why can't anyone love me the way I do?” I whispered, feeling as if the world were against me in this regard.