And I hate it. I’ve never been one for conventional ways of life. Dating, marriage, kids, growing old with one person. It was never in the cards, not since Dad’s passing. But lately, when I’m watching my friends in their little bubbles of giddy love, it feels like maybe I’ve actually wanted it all along. Possibly so much so that I’ve rejected the idea to make it easier on myself. Bracing for the inevitable loneliness by giving up early. Because it can’t happen. I won’t let it.
