I, a single and hopelessly romantic entity, am a member of NBSB (No Boyfriend Since Birth).
I was born and has never experienced the experiences that a normal teenager should be experiencing right now. I have never gone on a date. I have never kissed someone. I have never tried the HHWW (Holding Hands While Walking) nor engage in a petty discussion while the sun sets. My life is totally a suck! I guess there is a probability that I will engage myself in nunnery, I think that would be my fate.
However, this question keeps haunting me, how does it feel to be in love? Well, for an unexperienced teenager like me, how am I supposed to answer this question? I guess, love doesn't come to those who wait nor those who are desperate. For 21 years, I have begged for the God of Love to descend the man who will fulfill my destiny. Who will make me realize how worthy I am as a human. Who will make me feel of being in love. I am like a flower waiting for someone to water me. I am like an old man sailing for the great catch of his life. Waiting and holding the bait on the middle of the sea just to catch a fish. I am like a star blinking in the sky, waiting for someone to gaze at me and make a wish so that I can touch the ground. I am like a branch of a tree waiting for a bird to set its nest and watch its eggs hatch. I am like a diamond waiting for someone to dig me from my deepest slumber and ascend me from my chasm and allow me to see the illumination. I am like forever which doesn't exist!
This essay is supposed to be an essay of empathy but this essay serves as a sympathy for those who wait but have never given a chance to ride on a bus, to those who work hard but never appreciated, to those who love but is never loved back.
I am a victim of my own delusion. I am a victim of my own fantasy. And now I must face the reality that a Homosexual like me will never, ever deserve to feel that feeling of being in love.