Do I feel like there’s something wrong with me because I’m alone? Sometimes.
Do I doubt I will find the one I am looking for? Sometimes.
Do I feel unlovable and wonder what I’m doing wrong, why I keep attracting the wrong people, how I can be still alone at 45 years old? Sometimes.
But most of the time I remind myself that this, too, shall pass. This is a moment in time, a mere blink in a long and full life. I’m not settling again. Someone isn’t good enough. I want it all. And I’m damn well going to get it.