What brings me down now is love...

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... 'cause I can never get enough.

It still does. When I stop and think about it, my life seems to be lacking in this department. Now, I'm quite aware of the various forms of love - I do not lack in love from my family and some friends, but that specific love where a man leaves his parents to be one with a woman, is the one I seem to be lacking.

Regardless, it isn't crippling enough that I cannot function without someone. I can function quite well on my own. In fact, I have no problem living in solitude. Yet, I feel rather unprepared were I to eventually marry and live with another for the rest of my life, with no parents to settle disputes and no siblings to take sides. How can I prepare? How do I tackle such a predicament when it eventually comes around? There's really not much I can do about it. All I can do is pray, live my life, and hope that when it comes around, it solves itself.

It's nearing the end of the semester and I'm sure everyone (including me) is very busy, dealing with various requirements and duties that a college student has to deal with. Even so, let's enjoy it eh? One's college life comes only once in a lifetime.

Cheers everyone!

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