I've been told that you exist. I've been told to wait for you. Yet, there is overwhelming evidence that you are only a myth, not just for me but for many people on this planet. Even then, I'm asked (like all the others) to have blind faith in your existence. I'm not really sure about that anymore.

How can I be, when I see you in the smile of a kind stranger on the train? If you are supposed to be the embodiment of all that I desire, how do I hear your voice in my favorite songs, or see your striking profile while waiting for a traffic signal?

You're in the fascinating books I read, captivating performances I watch. I find parts of you in a lively discussion with my professors, a heated debate in class and a round of hilarious banter with my closest friends. I see your twinkling eyes peering through the glasses of my favorite comedian and I find your kindness in the acts of all the wonderful people I know. I smell you every time I take a walk in the pouring rain.

Taking all these factors into account, finding you - the love of my life - will probably prove more difficult than finding a unicorn. I wish you would come to me with a blue French horn or a yellow umbrella or even a sprig of cherry blossom, bringing behind you the melody of "Somewhere my love" playing in the wind. But those wishes may not be fulfilled.

Why?

For I see you in the pleasant physical features of any human I see, hear you in any beautiful song I hear, get to know you in any intriguing conversation I have and smell you in any wonderful scent I smell. You are the culmination of all that is good about life. You are what makes me want to wake up in the morning. It's a tall order for any one entity, let alone a human.But there is something that fits the bill.

My life. As I've lived it in the past, as I'm living it now, and as I'll live it in the future.

We didn't have a cliched rom-com meeting, my life, and I. But boy, have we had a ride together. We've gotten lost together, walked through dangerous dark alleyways, gone through uncharted territories, all the while managing to make time for coffee dates. We've gone through plenty ups and downs, and yet experienced some of the most indescribably beautiful things on this planet.

Sure, one day I'll find someone who'd be a good companion. Perhaps he'd smell like the rain, and he'll buy me flowers.But even if that day comes, forever and always, my life will be more than enough to keep love alive.