I know it's hard to believe...but I really am happy being single. I'm okay with casual dating...don't get me wrong..when I say "casual" I don't mean sleeping around, just enjoying another mans company from time to time. And if something progresses from that then so be it. I won't run from my feelings. I may hold back a little...but that's just because I'm in no rush. There's no reason to try and hurry up a boyfriend. For me, it's not the end of the world to be single. Unfortunately, I think too many women give us a bad stereotype of desperation. Like there's something wrong with a woman if she's been single for longer than normal, or that she's lying when she says she enjoys being single. It's not a "front". I'm not trying to put any guard up...or hide from love...I am just genuinely content being single! When I feel like I'm ready to get serious about love and relationships I'll make my next move! It's just silly to me that men are celebrated for being single and women seem to get a sad puppy face, followed by 101 questions on why they haven't snatched up another man yet. I thought by now...my generation would be past the whole "woman NEEDS man" type of thinking. I'm learning though...through my single life journey that we just haven't really evolved yet when it comes to Men and Women.
I wanna message you so bad, but I won’t because it would only lead to more gaslighting and manipulation. You’re a dark rabbit hole that I just can’t entertain any longer. But if I did message you, I would tell you I miss you so much, and wish you were holding me right now. I just need a hug from you, something that I rarely ever got. In fact, those good feelings that I wish I could get a little bit of right now, don’t exist. Because the version of you that I miss doesn’t exist. So thankfully, I am not writing this to you right now, and I can save myself some dignity and just write it down and then maybe burn one day when I don’t care anymore. I’m not there yet, but soon the non-existent person of you that I miss will be non existent in my mind and I’ll no longer be writing anything pertaining to you. The real and fake you. I love you so much and I miss you so bad that it hurts. Loving you seems to hurt more and more these days. It wasn’t always like that, until it was. Ok, enough...
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