Wasted Hearts

Sometimes I think I'll never fall in love.
I used to imagine you and I together, but I see now that was just a fleeting thought.

And as that thought left, so did everything I ever believed about love.

I hear about it all the time, and boy do I see it in the streets.
It's apparently abundant.

It seems to surround me but cannot find me.
 

Am I looking in the wrong places?
Am I searching too hard?