Prayer.

Every night I break into a desperate flurry of prayers. I pray that I will be delivered from this loneliness. That I will learn to live on my own and make my own happiness independent of anyone else. That myself would be enough. And then I pray and hope that love will be mine one day. What would I give to be one of those girls who don't want to get married like ever. Who don't even see the merit of love. Who are apathetic to its charms. What would I give to not need something I may not be able to have. I pray that that is not the case.