Alone Is Not A Choice; Lonely Is.

For the first time in a long time, if ever, I don't love anyone. I also don't need to love anyone.

Of course, I love my family, and my friends and my dog. But, there is  no one in my life that I am chasing after. There is no one who keeps me up at night. There is no one I wish were by my side at weddings or dinners or movies. I have found that I love my solitude and my freedom. Choosing where to eat dinner is easy. Choosing which movie to see is cake. Planning trips to see friends is as simple as, "Do I have the day off work?" It is really nice not having to give a fuck about anyone but myself. And I, honestly, LOVE having the bed to myself.

I think my heart had finally had enough. It was exhausting constantly wishing and wanting and pining and swooning and texting and "talking" and planning and seeing and missing and crying and caring.

I feel free. For the first time, truly free. I am free of want. I didn't know this feeling existed. But, I am glad it does.

If you need me, I'll be doing whatever the hell I please. I Probably wont be obsessively checking my phone, so I may miss some texts. You're better off calling me.








This is nice.