When will she come into my life?

This question seems to haunt me through my everyday life, its almost as if my life is on standby just waiting for the most perfect being to drop into my life. Its so ironic, for when people have break-ups or are depressed and come to me for help, I simply tell them how young we all are. This life is a gift, and we need to be patient in order to find this perfect beauty we all strive for, how I wish to it was simpler. Yet, I did summarize  it quite simply there, wait for life to happen, don't force it. 

On a lighter note, had an interesting thing happen to me today. Let's call her coffeegirl, works at a coffee shop by my place. Went in for my usual coffee, when she just drops what she's doing and grabs me my usual coffee so its ready when I get to till. Is this maybe some mysterious way of being shown the one? I guess there is only one way to find out. 

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