Having been a single woman for a year who has a free mind, free will, and all. Life has been running smoothly; free from troubles, free from toxic people; finally living in my own carefree world. Some people often mistaken single people as sad creatures, in our defense, all people get sad every once in a while, whether you are in a relationship or not, but that doesn’t mean our sadness is perpetual. I have reached the point in my life where I don’t need a man to define my value or existence. I am strong on my own and I don’t need a man to satisfy myself. I could bring myself in a cinema; I could buy myself food or even shower myself with gifts. I could be happy without depending myself with other people.
But at the end of the day, there are times that a sudden melancholy hits me off—would it be possible to find the right man for me? Why can’t someone love me like Noah loved Allie, perhaps like an Irah who was faithful to Ruth till his last breath, or maybe a Landon Carter who was willing to move heaven or earth for Jaymee Sullivan? It would be a pleasure to have John Tyree too who could be faithfully devoted even if we were miles away! Okay.. too much reading and watching Nicholas Sparks’ novels and movies. But of course, I wouldn’t mind having a Carl in my life who knew how to keep his promises; to grant my wishes of adventures even after I was long gone—Certainly, it only happens in the movies.
Just when you thought you are doing good at being alone, there would come a time when you feel this swell of loneliness, the crave of having a companion, attention, and affection from that someone.