There are days when I get weak. When I find myself desperately wishing that I had a guy who loved me to go home to. To have someone who makes me realise what all those love songs are for, who'd sing those songs to me. To have someone as that one constant in my life that is right when everything else just seems so uncertain. To have someone who'd hold me and tell me that it's all right for me to be the person that I am, that I don't need to be perfect, that I'm perfect just the way I am - that I'm sexy, beautiful, smart, brilliant, wonderful, passionate and much much more.

Where are you?

Do you even exist?