How can the heart in love ever stop opening?

I think about love a lot. Does anyone else? I was folding my clean clothes a few minutes ago and thought...

"I wish love could be more like that Sims game."

As in, you wear this unique symbol over your head that no one else in the world has, except the person you are supposed to Be With. That would make dating a lot easier...but not as interesting and introspective, I guess.

I know I torture myself with the question Why? all the time. However, my ever-pondering mind and soul doesn't feel totally complete unless I know the reason behind why things happen...why things are the way they are and how they got that way. I'm always wondering why certain people come and go, maybe stay, in my life. The reason isn't always apparent at first. Maybe I even just make it up in order to give things a significance.

Perhaps I'm just hoping to run into That Person with a matching shape.