love shouldn't be a prison but on the contrary a pair of wings. I think you have perhaps not quite found the ideal mate yet. But she's sure to turn up sooner or later. There's a Native American legend that in the beginning humans had 2 heads and 4 arms and legs and that they were in perfect harmony with themselves. Some spirit or deity got jealous at their perfection, split each human in two halves and mixed them thoroughly before scattering them all over the world. Ever since, the matching halves try to find each other again.