“I Wish”

I wish, and I hope.
I know that is all I can do.
I weep, and I dream of the day.
The day I finally feel, see, and believe love is possible.
I still weep and dream of my past because it deteriorated my belief that love is possible.
I shout into the unknown in my mind.
Can I feel what I see in a fictional media representation of love?
Is it possible to have someone’s eyes gaze at you the first moment they know you are the one for them?
Is it possible to have more than a bit of infinity of romance with a particular person in life?
Can I be seen for more than just my external features but also my internal components?
Is love buried deep into a hole of oblivion for me, and will it always be this way?
I know I’m not supposed to think about love, and I’m supposed to focus on myself and that I’m only 25, but I can’t help my heart from wanting to share it with someone else in this scary world we live in.
How long will my weeps, worries, and dreams continue before my actual prince awaits me in real life?