I have been unlucky in love.
No. It is not what you think.
I have never been broken hearted because of a man (well except that one time but not for the reasons you imagine).
I have been unfortunate in love because (apparently) I have a knack for making people (yes, both men and women) fall in love with me but I fear I may have never loved someone enough to let all of my hair down (figuratively of course).
Sometimes I feel like this thing called love is really not for me. But those times pass really quickly because I have too much love to give and I love the idea of being in love.
I know I have met my soulmate (if there is anything like that), but he is busy being with someone else and missing out on all this awesomeness (yes, I do say so myself). Maybe he knows we are soulmates, but he will most likely never know we are (or maybe we really aren’t and it is all in my imagination).
I really do want someone to share all my love and all my life with. I really want to share my kinda love with someone who wants to share his kinda love.
My kinda love is where we argue about the different waves of feminism and debate on what is being achieved by the feminist movement and why it is all not working, but we ultimately agree that everybody should be a feminist;