“Lonely, ain't it?”

“Yes, but my lonely is mine now. My lonely before was somebody else's. Made by somebody else and handed to me. Ain't that something? A secondhand kind of lonely.” The obsession that almost everyone wants: ‘Love’. Many people think that in falling in love they make themselves whole. The platonic union of souls? I think otherwise. I think you should be whole before you begin. And the right kind of love preserves and enhances that wholeness. As for the wrong kind — it fractures you. You’re whole, and then you’re cracked open. --❥ Be single by choice, and continue to be until you meet somebody who deserves you. x