Life consistently produces doubt in my mind that reality might actually exist. I am numb. My mind is wandering, and I cannot fine one shred of a revelation or anything of the sort. I want to know what love is, but more importantly, I want to know what it feels like. I long to understand the butterflies and stuttering that employ first dates. My desire to find someone who truly comprehends my being, inside and out, has become more of a necessity. I wish my trifling search would resolve itself.