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I Am The One Still Waiting For The One
And it sucks. Mostly.
I’ve been single for three years, and I’m turning 30 this year. It might be because of my big birthday coming up that I start to wonder how much I have to put up with in my love life. Or lack thereof. All I know is that I’ve had enough of facing life alone.
It’s not that I can’t manage my life or be on top of things. I believe that my desire to get to know someone to spend the next decades with someone derives from the fact that I have proven to myself that I can actually be alone. And I am not willing to start a relationship for the sake of having one. Thankfully, I have a very sound relationship with the most critical person in my life: myself. I have proven to myself that I can face life’s adversities by myself, which is why I don’t want to anymore.
It’s this revelation pared with the wait. It sucks to understand what you need in your life and not find it — or when you think you do is rejected. Bottom line: I am the one still waiting to get lucky.
How long is this wait going to last?
Going back and forth
Current times are simply the worst to be single — I am so over this pandemic. In my mind, I see myself sitting at the bars of my hometown, drinks, flirts, dance floors, and making out with hot guys…
