Never have I loved being alone to the extent of loneliness, but nevermore have I consistently been with someone who enhanced my spirit in the healthiest of ways, dove into a routine of my life and hugged my existence. There’s always been a catch.
And being alone now is ok, I just work thru the control I used to have on having to have someone.
They say nothing is worth having unless you’d cry a tear for it back. I do love you, I just don’t want the obstacles that go along with it. For why should love be so vulgar and have it’s simplicities torn apart?
I’m ok I say.
I’m delivering a spirit forward in time…