When sparks fly

At times it irritates me when people push me into talks of ‘marrying someone’. How can that happen when one is clearly single and does not have plans of settling yet? At my age, nearly 28, they said I should already be married. I know, I know, I know. Call me a hopeless romantic or whatever but I want to marry a man where sparks fly everytime I see him. Isn’t it just wonderful waking up to the arms of the one you love? To the one who would make you fall each day?

Hallucinating or what, with hopes in my heart, he will come. Maybe not today, and if I am bound not not to marry for life, then let it be. True happiness comes from within and not just with marriage.