Looking for love is like being at baggage claim.
You stand there, watching them go by and every once in awhile you think “Oh, that could be mine.” You get a closer look, you might even take it off the carousel. Eventually, if it isn’t yours, you’ll have to let it go. You have to put it back on the carousel or hand it over to the person whom it belongs to, and go back to watching them all go by, until, finally, you see your luggage. And then you can take it from the carousel, walk out of the airport, and continue your journey.