Here I sit, in my room, listening to the lovely sounds of Norah Jones. Her music is calming, and incredibly romantic. The music coming from my ipod stream into my room, instilling a sense of calm, comfort, and peace in my heart. It’s amazing how music can alter your consciousness and your mood.

Tell me how you’ve been, tell what you’ve seen, tell me that you’d like to see me too…
‘Cause my heart is full of no blood, my cup is full of no love, couldn’t take another sip even if I wanted. But it’s not too late, not too late for love…

Norah’s voice sultrily streams out of my speakers, soothing me, telling me that I can find a love that’s as beautiful as the one I’ve always dreamed about. Something about her music tells me that everything is going to be alright. The calm of the melody tells me that there is somebody out there who wants a love like the one I want. There is someone out there, listening to the same soothing song, dreaming about a love that is yet to come.

I know that I will find love someday. I know that I am worthy of love. I just need to find the woman of my dreams, and I need to be the woman of her dreams, too. Part of me muses at the idea that sitting in my warmly lit room at midnight, listening to soothing jazz, and dreaming about a love to come won’t get me any closer to my dreams. But the larger part of me loves dreaming. The larger part of me, the hopeless romantic, is swooning and swaying to the melody of my perfect love to come.

Part of finding the love of your life is being found by the love of your life. Sometimes it almost feels like the stars have to align for something that amazing and powerful to happen. Maybe she’s sitting in her bed right now too, wondering if she’ll ever find the woman for her. Maybe she’s holding onto her pillow at night, dreaming of the day when that pillow will be replaced with the woman of her dreams. And sometimes, perhaps she cries at night, wondering if she’ll ever find love. I hope I find her. I hope she keeps holding on to those romantic dreams. I hope I keep holding onto my romantic dreams. And I hope one day, maybe, that the cosmos will shift, that the stars will circle, and that two bright, lonely stars in the sky will find their place next to one another.

And then we will sleep, never lonely, forever ours.