The world is mine

Well … I still believe in the concept of you, of a partner … and that you are out there somewhere …

How couldn’t I ?
It seems that I’m hopelessly romantic so … what can I do but give in to it? I’m not able to give up believing. Despite of all sorrow I keep on living, no risk no gain, right?
I have to, I have to believe in romance otherwise what’s the point?
What’s the point of all this beautiful world/life if there’s not also a “you” running around for me, to share with?

(I’m not saying that it’s all pink, that it’s all easy, I hope not, otherwise what would be the fun?)

So … I get up, pack my sorrow and move on …
The world is mine ...