It's been a while since I've been truly single. A year and a half, actually, it's been. I've been with others, I've dated a little bit, but my head was always preoccupied with wondering if the one I just let go was the one who got away and I didn't take anything very seriously. You know what, I'm lying. I don't know anything at all about how I've felt over the course of the last year and half. No clue at all. To try to pretend and explain myself is to pay a great disservice to anyone who will ever read this and think they've found someone who understands them.

The truth is I've spent the last year and a half wondering if whatever little meter in my chest that measures and releases the feelings of love in me has been broken. I'd sit and tap on my chest hoping to get it restarted, but no matter what I did, I just couldn't get those love juices flowing. I still worry now, now that I'm alone, that my searching will be futile, but I manage to hold onto a small nugget of hope.

One day I'll find the perfect one for me. They will be pretty and funny at least to me. Something about her will make me fall head over heels in love, and I'll sigh blissfully and say, "Good lord, I've missed this!" and it'll lack all the things that used to annoy me about love: the fear and sometimes crippling anxiety. Instead I'll keep my clear head, my self-confidence, and I'll just be happy and in love---and I'll feel like I know what love is, because I've found it, and when people tell me about their lousy relationships, I'll laugh inwardly and think, "These poor fools, if they only knew what I had, they would feel even worse."

Course, if I meet her and she's with some other dude like in this song then everything will just suck for me, because I've never killed anyone before and I don't know how it's done... but at least I'll be in love.