I can't seem to find the missing piece

love should be easy, but it's not. I need couple months to settle up and suit up again. How many times can I break until I shatter? In this world there are so much of what looks like love, sounds like love even call itself a love but they are just not. Why up to so many problems these are the hardest, where has all my mind gone to? Either show me that good things come to those who wait, or show me that less expectations actually come up to something even better.