“I’m not judging, asking you this, but do you want to be on your own, forever?” I set down my food and glance out at the water because it’s easier to say shit like this with the wind in my face and a break from eye contact. “I’m not sure. Whether or not it’s what I want, there are parts of relationships I’m not great at, and being with me means signing up for a simple, private existence. I’ll never be someone who has a ton of friends or a large social circle. When I’m selling art, doing shows, I don’t even have energy for my best friends. It’s—” I shrug. “It’s not what most people want.”
