Love is such a fickle thing, you can love those you wish you didn't but to love someone you wish you could is almost impossible. For me love is some thing that I know instantly, I know on meeting and interacting with someone that I could fall in love with them. It seems hardly fair my heart flails after those who end up not being my missing piece but for those I meet and connect with, my heart doesn't comply. Finding someone you connect with so easily and feel so at home with and wishing you could love them is the hardest thing I've had to bear. Knowing they love you and with all your heart you wish you'd feel the same but nothing quiet works the way you want. Wanting to love and being in love are vastly different. It's like wanting to fly like a bird without wings. There are ways you could do it, but it would never be quiet right. Not the same. Not as you'd hoped.