Did I want any of it? Did I want to be someone’s girlfriend? Was it something I could do? In my years of being single, I had said as much to friends, which was always taken as an expression of insecurity or fear. “You just haven’t met the right person,” they’d assure me. But, there I was, with the right person. He wasn’t perfect, but I was in love with him and he was in love with me. And yet I could never really understand whether I was in a good relationship or not. I couldn’t measure what the reality of long-term love was; what was settling for something when I should be asking for more.
