Why?

I am not sure if this really qualifies as a poem, but I had to get this all out.

Why is it that sometimes things can be going oh so perfectly, and then the next thing you know, everything comes crashing down. You can sit there with that one special person thinking that everything is great, and nothing could be more happy, and then when you are at home alone, you start thinking that things are not as good as they seem. You look at how things are and wish that things would stay perfect. What do you do. All there is to do is sit and think about what to change even if thats not what you really want. Why can't you just automatically know who is that one special person, or know who you are destined to be with? I want things to be simple like they were when I was younger. I was going to grow up, have someone to be with, get married and have a family. Now that we grow older we realize that things are not that simple. That things change and now you realize that you don't know what is going to happen tomorrow. Nothing lasts forever like in that fairy-tale dream that you had as a child. Life hurts. Love sucks, and you just have to learn to deal with all the nonsense that comes your way.