A friend asked me a few days ago regarding my love life that so far doesn't exist. I was taken aback since we never really get to talk about this kind of stuff and she's not the type who gets seriously curious with other person's love life. I honestly answered with a big "NO, I don't have any" I said.
She asked me why and I said I don't know since that was the real score. I don't know where the f*** is the guy that was supposed to make the best out of me. I added just to shut her up which made her laugh. After that conversation. It made me think about what I have done with the half of the 26 years and 10 months I have spent alive. Granted that half of those times I was an infant then the other's when I was merely a kid. I know I have spent three years with an ex, but what about the other half? Have I been sleeping that long?
Then it hit me. Was it really my fault I ended up alone at 26? Was it because of a certain event in my life that left me scared to death of trusting the opposite sex or was it because I got sick and I know that there's this big chance that I might just not last long in this world?
But whatever the reason is. One thing remains, I don't have anyone and I'm not happy about it.
Yet, I can't bring myself to liking just anyone. It frightened me that I might mistook the feeling of longing with love. I don't want to be with someone for the reason that I was vulnerable and he happen to have passed by. I want the real thing. I want to wait even if it takes me years. If he never appears then it was meant not to.I just have to accept it. Then, I will do plan B!!!













