Love of his life

"Of course you can't find what you are looking for! You don't even know what you are looking for, don't you?!" The old man looked askance at the boy who looked piteously lost. 

The boy stared at the old man for a brief moment. Then sadly, he bowed his head. Yes, the old man was right. He had packed all his treasured belongings (which included a teddy bear with just one eye, $10 worth of loose change, his favorite book "treasure island", and a photograph of his mother when she was very young) determined to find the love of his life, you know, the kind that made your every pore feel alive, the kind that occupied your every waking moment, the kind that gave you goosebumps, the kind that drove you out of bed each morning, that kind of love. 

And yet, he did not know how that love of his life looked like; that love of his life had no name, not even, yes not even a category. Was it the pretty girl with the long dark hair who sat in front of him in science class? Was it a piece of music, a book, a hobby, a musical instrument, a pet? He didn't have the answer.