For myself, if not for everyone else in the world.
I am happy being single.
A relationship girl through and through, I will give everything one hundred percent all the time. If I am yours, I will make damn sure that you know how much you are loved. I will do everything I can to solve any single problem we might have, and most importantly, I won’t back down.
I love passionately (which can translate to having a temper), but I love loyally. I am yours until you make it absolutely clear that you don’t want me. Period.
Currently, I am single. I haven’t been single in YEARS, and it’s fucking scary and it’s fucking lonely. However, I am learning that I can be okay living alone in this apartment and living for myself. I am learning that no love is perfect, no love is easy, but that it’s always worth fighting for. Worth crying for.
I don’t need a boyfriend, but I do want love. In any form, in any capacity…I do want love. I want to love and be loved, grow together, fight for whatever it is that drives us, and know that I am looking in the eyes of someone who knows me. My heart, my soul.
So, I am single, and happy to be so. Because the next time I have a boyfriend, I’ll be SO MUCH better for him.
“I am not a pretty girl
that is not what I do
I ain’t no damsel in distess
and I don’t need to be rescued
so put me down punk
maybe you’d prefer a maiden fair
isn’t there a kitten stuck up a tree somewhere
I am not an angry girl
but it seems like I’ve got everyone fooled
every time I say something they find hard to hear
they chalk it up to my anger
and never to their own fear
and imagine you’re a girl
just trying to finally come clean
knowing full well they’d prefer you
were dirty and smiling“