I'm not sure where this one came from, but it's a timeless perspective. The last paragraph seems out of place. I may have been starting to write a different piece in the same document. But whatev:
I’m the single
type. Always have been. The amount of my post-pubescent life spent in
a relationship has been extremely limited.
I don’t really know why. Perhaps
I’m too picky about the person I want to share that part of my life with. Maybe I’m just too shy. Whatever the reason, I’m usually alone. And I’ve always been okay with it. I’m an independent, stubborn person and alone
is sometimes better for me. But I’m not
even close to being the same person I was even two years ago. Things change. Experiences happen. And memories cause tenderness that isn’t so
easy to forget. Sometimes I wonder how
things would have been different if I had made different choices. But it’ll be forever a mystery. All that remains is to charge faithfully
forward, knowing that against all odds everything always works out for the
best.
But after so long of
it…it gets lonely. It makes me look back
at everything that could have been. All
the Mr. Wrongs that I wanted so badly to be Rights. I remember all things that I’ve done wrong
and all the bad decision I’ve made. All
the heartache that could’ve been avoided.
I realize I might be tender still.
I might be avoiding love.
Do you ever wonder what
kind of greatness you were destined for?
Everyone has a purpose in life.
It may not seem obvious but it is true.
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