Why do I fall in love so easily? So fast? Why do I think a look is an invitation? A smile means availability. A small conversation will lead to love. Why am I desperate for something so fleeting?... I express myself writing about love. Lost and found. The ideas are created in the chasm of my mind.The words are written from my heart. I receive compliments from strangers who can relate to the stories I write.Memories of past loves mixed with my imagination. There is silence in my home. An excruciating quiet. No expecting phone calls. No romantic walks to anywhere. The reflection I see looking in the mirror is of a man who has succomb to failure. Older, not wiser. I possess the gift of saying I love you with more than just those three words and no one to say them to. So I write for others who are similar to myself and can relate. First loves. New loves. Great loves.Lost loves. The heart broken. The lonely... When you have the time and opportunity, you can read one of my stories and experience tales of ecstasy and woe. Dreams fulfilled and broken. Lessons unlearned.However, I remain hopeful I will find someone.I also wish success to the other lost romantics still looking for their soulmate.Despite everything, i want to believe.My heart remains open and I have a lot of love to give...