How does one know when they have met the one? How does one
know when ones time is up? Where does one go when no one
wants one around? Why does one worry so much about one's
outside image? Does one ever feel they are the only one in
the world, and that no one loves them? How could one think
this? One person is all it takes to saves ones life. It only
takes one person to make ones life more memorable, and worth
living each day. Because no one wants to be by ones self.