Superficial
We live in a populated world now-a-days, close to 7-billion people around the world, the chances are quiet low for us to find the one; about 0.000000014% to be exact. I don't personally believe in the one, but one thing I do believe in is that if you really want to, you can build a relationship, so strong in nature, that you will refer to your partner as the one.
We have all these criteria in our minds, these lists of specifications for people's personalities, behavior, their choice of friends, their choice in clothing and style, the kind of books they read, the kind of music they listen to, the dialect or accent they have, and how big/small their breasts/muscles are, what color their eyes are, how good of a kisser they are, and many other things.
We use these requirements to "protect" ourselves: we meet someone new, we talk to them for a few minutes and if they score well on our list then we keep interacting with them, otherwise – they're out of the picture.
If you think about it, all we're doing is restricting ourselves from meeting new and interesting people. Someone who you would be able to connect to in ways you would have never thought of. If only we took the time to get to know every person we meet...
From the point that you meet someone–the first contact–until the moment you truly know who that person is, what their past is and how those certain experiences they've had in their past affected them, for them to become who they are now, exists nothing but uncertainty–could they be someone you could really connect to? Emotionally, spiritually, sexually?
What’s Reality To You?
We, as members of society, are conditioned to follow a set of rules. Because without them, instability is born.
In the big picture, morals and rules do good to humanity.
Life is like a song (J. R. R. Tolkien's perception), there are sad songs and there are happy songs. Good and Bad. Evil and Kind. Low notes and high notes.
As individuals, we are meant to be positive energy, or negative energy–to the society. Follow the rules, or break them constantly. Be consistent, or be inconsistent. Follow our humanistic ambitions, or live a habitual life. So on, so forth.
In the spectrum (the musical sheet of life), love can be whether a good note or a bad note, a positive enforcement or a negative one.
We can love–romantically love–the way our hearts tell us to; love someone passionately, blindingly and obsessively or we can superficially love someone in order to keep the society balanced: Find a partner, reproduce.
The trick is to find the middle ground.
You make your choices, I'll make mine.
At the end of the day, we're all just notes in a song.
Boredom
I am the world of your problems.
I exist in your day to day life, you are my universe.
I am a witted excuse for your subconscious.
I am the reason you suffer everyday.
I am the product of the people around you.
I'm the piece that shouldn't exist in thy life.
I am the unknown, the unwanted.
You try to distract yourself with stupid cheesy gestures of things you'd describe as fun.
But either way, you will end up with me again.
Late at night, I'll be telling you how fake you are again. [!]