I have always felt that I am a weirdo. No one will understand my preferences and pursuits. There is no one in this world that perfectly matches my imagination. It is faster to dream of finding me. Which one is worse between not having it and not getting it? Maybe working hard and being a lonely social animal is my only option...
Purpose: You may have loved many people, but how many people can you remember and give the one who will always be the first priority in your heart?