In the quiet room she sits resigned and alone, waiting and wondering when will "HE" enter my life? As the auburn rays boounce into the light, she shifts her thoughts to the satire filled page of the Daily Gazette. Slightly a bounce of laughter runs throough her as she silently, without recognition, wishes a partner were there to share the sad yet coy humor. "Oh, when will he come", she pushes to know. "When will he fill my life", she cries to herself. The gentle woman, while bright and successful, misses her own truth day-to-day. As she seeks the fulfilment of yet another, her own cup brims with its own sweet substance. As she longs for the company of yet another life, the room is full of her own closest friend. Dreams of a day when she's whole and complete, fill the loneliest of hours as she sits by herself missing the fulfillment of life. Her fullness of totality, the kind created of autonomy, is ignored and denied as she looks in a direction far from its light. Every hard knock withstanding, every achievement struggled with, added to the splendor of facets known as mirrors of thyself: Funny/sad, deep/shallow, compassionate/hardened, strong/weak, fair/judgemenal, friendly/impersonal, secure/insecure, and giving/taking. She wants his presence, his strength, and his love. "Where ae you, damnit, I need you now." She buries her pale face in her hands in anguish and in fear. Her distant voice cries out unheard. Slowly an inner voice urges to "turn around, just turn around and share this love with yourself." Her sobs subside as the gentle words continue. "Once you've EXPERIENCED ALL OF YOU, fair lady, the world will welcome YOUR whole and giving self. Don't ever feel alone, the company YOU KEEP IS TOO SPECIAL TO GO UNNOTICED!" The red eyed girl dries her eyes and turns the page to continue.