I thought if I stopped seeking true love, true love would find me. But I’m still lost and alone within my own darkness. Perhaps true love can be found in the mirror. But I look and I see empty eyes. Eyes that no longer dream of falling into the eyes of another. Shall I put aside the foolish concept of a soul mate? But I know they do exist, for I see others with theirs, and I long for what they have. So the empty darkness continues to expand and engulf my heart. I just dropped the mirror and it shattered into tiny, jagged pieces that cut if I try to pick them up. I don’t want another mirror. I’ve seen enough!