The song "Life is a highway" illustrates the perfect metaphor. You travel along the road, you come to some stops, get into some accidents, you speed up, slow down, park, and sometimes you travel alone without any cars behind you, nor in front. People pass you by but don't stop to take a look. They drive on by like you're not even there. Or you're it seems like you're not getting anywhere at all. That's me. Driving along, slowly but surely, with no one else on the road with me, and no one sitting shotgun in my Honda.

It seems like everyone has a passenger in their car--a close friend, a significant other, a husband or wife. I've been traveling alone for too long. I'm ready for a navigator. I want a partner to travel with, a man to keep me company, make me laugh, and spend moments in silence together. I'm not willing to settle for hitchhikers, those random men that many women take just to pass the time. I want the right one, a kind man in search of everything life is worth living for.

I pray for his arrival. I think about him all the time. I wonder what it is he's doing right now. I can only hope and put my trust in God that I'll meet the man I'm supposed to be with at the next intersection, and I hope I come to it soon.