There's this guy, he makes you laugh, he's got brown eyes that show life in them, and they light up when he has an idea and gets into trouble. You think he's the one. But his eyes wander, they're never on you. He stops talking to you, and eventually his friends is all he talks to. He walks away from time to time until you're left with a goodbye note. Guess what sweetheart? He definitely wasn't the one. The sad thing is, is you knew he wasn't. Just wanted to know what it felt like to be in love.

Then there's this second guy, and before you even know him, you hope he's the one. But his hands are too big and he doesn't listen when you say no, and every night before you go to bed, you cry yourself to sleep. And before you know it his hands are halfway down your pants, and you look to your friends for help, but they can't see the pleading or the tears in your eyes. You're too scared to leave, and you're too scared to tell anyone. Then this guy comes along and says he'll protect you. And you know that second guy definitely wasn't the one. And the sad thing is, that you knew that. Just wanted to know what it was like to be in love.

This Third guy, has Ice blue eyes, that cut through you every time you make eye contact. And when you stop eating, and he asks why, you tell him so maybe you can die. He says "get over it", doesn't care that you're depressed. Yet you stay, even though he makes you cry. He flirts with other girls, you're not the only one he sees. He makes arguments then likes to walk away, tries to make you mad, just for entertainment. Sweetheart, he's not the one. But yet you stay, you want him to be the one. But then he walks away. And you knew he wasn't the one, but he left you broken-hearted, and all you wanted was to know what it's like to be in love.

Now the fourth guy, he was a sweetheart. Always kind, but never daring, life was plain and boring. But you didn't like him. You just wanted to get over the third. You knew he'd never be the one. So you said goodbye and bid your way, only feeling so sorry that maybe he thought you were the one. Even though you just wanted to know what it's like to be in love.

Now you're done, stopped believing in love, all those ballgown dresses and fairytale books, you throw away in the dumpster outside your apartment. Picture frames and broken glass, you sweep away, and they're never seen again. 15 years and you stopped making wishes, no birthday cake wishes, no 11:11 wishes, no more pennies in fountains, not even a dime or a nickel, no more dandelions, no more, no more. Life is bland, you've got a job you hate, no children, you can't even carry out a full conversation with your family. When you were 15, you threw out all your romance books and movies, along with your little girl dreams. Love was just a word to you, a word you hated.

So one day, you can barely keep your eyes open, head over to the cafe to get a cup of coffee. You make eye contact with a man. His hairs a mess, and his eyes are shockingly blue, you've never seen this blue before, it's a new color to the world. And he smiles at you, a smile that is brighter than the sun, and you finally realize, that love is real. Maybe you could have walked out of the cafe that day, could've said it was fake. But you didn't. And now you're head over heels in love with him, and have three grown children. A wonderfully built house, and a job you love. All because of the one. And he was the one, you felt it that day in the cafe. And you love how it feels to be in love.