Love is a dictatorship.

This is an obvious conclusion that finally came to my mind. I just arrived from a wonderful night. I was among wonderful friends. I danced. I saw new people. I felt my body lighter while I managed to follow the beat and the lead of the leaders. I saw eyes looking at me with interest. I saw prospective partners in more than just Salsa, but it seems that this dictatorship that rules people's destiny- love- simply denies me the chance to chose whoever chooses me, and keeps punishing me with loneliness, and dreams that do not fulfill my needs.