Sometimes I wonder if I’m meant to be in a relationship.
Oh, I love the idea of love! Of two minds on the same page. Two hearts, that beat faster, when in each other’s presence.
The feeling of contentment when laying in each other’s arms…with bodies perfectly aligned that it’s impossible to decipher where one ends, and the other begins.
The late night conversations, sharing histories, fears, dreams and passions.
The concept of making eye contact over the rim of a raised coffee cup, and feeling completely at peace with life.
But I, I am at peace with myself. I am content being alone. I find safety in knowing my boundaries are unshakable. I find that stress leaves my body more quickly when crawling into bed alone and not fighting over the placement of pillows and the tug of war of blankets.
I am totally unguarded when surrounded by my own things, in my own space, doing whatever I want.
And morning coffee, I have found its best when sipped alone. The world is quiet. I can delve into my own thoughts, completely uninterrupted…and fantasize of love…and how it’s not meant for me.
