There are times when I’m content with being single.
+ Having no one to check with concerning decisions I should make/intend making.
+ When accepting an invitation from someone of the opposite sex to hang out guilt-free. Not worrying if it could cause a trail of jealousy on some boo.
+ When indulging in myself, thinking absolutely about myself and my direction only, with no one to account for on my whereabouts.
Then I have those other times where even while ecstatic about my single life,
+ I wish for a 3am call, or an early morning text, or a midday call from someone intimate.
+ I really don’t want to worry about a date for an occasion because I’d already had a default plus one.
+ I’ll go and fall in love with a married person, or a friend in a relationship, and then there will come a moment of disappointment and clarity where I’m reminded I’m single, and I should expect little loyalty in some situations from them and back the hell off.
+ While enjoying my playlist, this Loving you tonight by Andrew Allen plays, and turns me into a total mushy baby.