I’m fac­ing the very tan­gi­ble pos­si­bil­ity that I’ll be sin­gle for the rest of my life. Sometimes I won­der how I’ll sur­vive. The strange part is that I feel like I was meant to be in a rela­tion­ship. Quixotic ideas and roman­tic ideals have always pointed me in that direc­tion, but either the right per­son hasn’t come along, or they’re taken.

At the same time, I won­der if I can be in another rela­tion­ship. I’ve grown so accus­tomed to liv­ing alone, hav­ing things exactly my way, with time to work on my projects. No main­te­nance, as it were. How I do enjoy the freedom.

One sit­u­a­tion isn’t bet­ter than the other, of course. Both have their pros and cons.

Still.

I miss kiss­ing. More than the sex.

The quick acknowl­edg­ment of love in the form of a peck, or the inti­macy of a make-out session.

Has the win­ter brought this feel­ing? Has the sight of snow and snow­fall reminded me of how frigid the nights can be when you’re by yourself?

Or maybe it’s from being sin­gle for this long.