The other day a person who I am fond of told me they didn’t understand why I love ’em – it sent off a zillion red flags – who doesn’t think they should be loved? Everyone (well, most everyone) is lovable. So it gave me tremendous pause and helped me loosen the pull this person has had over me of late.
After all, I am capable of great, if not profound love, but I can’t fill up anyone’s void – there is no love great enough to accomplish that – self-love is the only emotion that has that capacity.
So I began contemplating my life as a free agent once again – it’s fun to be single and foot loose and to be able to have multiple New Year’s kisses instead of directing all of the good energy into a bad situation.