We will only find that perfect somone when we search. Only once will we see the light they shine. Until they break our heart. Or we mistakingly break theirs. We will always try to find the love we once shared. But it will be lost to this cold world. And all who live in its atmosphere. We will plead for them to come back. To restore the love once given. We might not be the same. Or we might. Its all a roll of the dice.