I always believed in love. Always believed if I loved someone enough, I could win her over. I've poured my heart out in letters. Tossed pennies into fountains. Left notes under windshield wipers. Fought losing battles. Trusted. When every sign and everybody told me not to. All for the chance. The hope. I always believed in love. But maybe I've been poisoned by movies and fairy-tale endings. Always just wanted to be Tom Hanks in Sleepless in Seattle.
So why do I always end up feeling more like Bill Pullman?
"Sometimes you can still lose even if you really try..."