Singularity...
So that's not what it's called, I know.
Am I finally settling into contentment of being single? I mean, there is that lingering loathing of being alone, but is my dread of never finding someone really starting to diminish?
Could I really go on for 80 years without someone to love?
Am I finally settling into contentment of being single? I mean, there is that lingering loathing of being alone, but is my dread of never finding someone really starting to diminish?
Could I really go on for 80 years without someone to love?