I feel slightly sick to my stomach.

I sit here at work, reading a married friend's blog and feeling strangely sad about being single. It's not about not feeling whole or needing a man or any of that shit. It's a cancerian, middle-child, romantic, seemingly unquenchable thirst for love. I just want to be loved! And though I know I am, I still look for more. What exactly I am looking for, I don't know. And whatever it is that I'm looking for, it usually looks better on someone else. I once got some advice from friendster horoscope (I think), "instead of looking for something you assume is better, enjoy the love you have now, in all its forms." I exhaled for about a week, but now I'm back to holding my breath. But for what?