Single. Ah yes, that word some people love to hate, and some others hate to love… Do you wanna be single? Are you single? Are you happy?
Some of my friends don’t seem to like being single at all. Some despise the idea of being single especially around February and remain entangled in relationships that never seem to help them grow as an individual and in fact continues to drag them down in the long run. Some jump from one relationship to the other (ouch?), bringing along baggages that affect the present, never giving themselves enough time to heal.
Personally? I don’t wanna be single for long. It’ll be hypocritical to say otherwise. I want to be held close in someone’s arms and feel loved, as in really loved, and to love in return. I want to take care of someone, be his one and only, and claim him as mine and mine alone. It sounds like I am in love with falling in love right? Whatever. But alas I have no one but myself. It’s been months since I’ve been held even if it seems like it was shrouded with superficial feelings. And it’s been years since I felt really loved.
But now I am content with my single life. I love myself enough not to be suicidal unlike what others perceive someone with a self-diagnosed personality disorder would be like. Being single makes me grow as an individual, it teaches me to be more independent, that I do not have to rely on someone just to be happy – just to be complete.
I know mr. right/soul mate/partner in crime/whatever will come knocking on my door one day. And when that day comes, if he is sincere, and if he truly cares and love me, I will handle him with care. But for now, I am single and I am here to parteeeh! 😆
[and you thought I’d end it with a serious note]