I do a really bad job of keeping things.  I have this awful tendency to forget and lose things.  Like keys.  Or my phone.  Or love.  Typically, it doesn’t take too long to find what you’re looking for but with love, it’s a bit more difficult.  It’s tough because they say don’t look for love, let it find you;  but it’s hard when all i want to do is put up lost posters, and offer a reward to the person that returns her to me.  I hope one day you look down, and engraved on your heart is the address home that leads you back to me.