For the first time in my life, I can wholeheartedly say I'm not focused on any guy.
I'm not chasing any lovers.
I'm free from the bone-crushing loneliness I once felt almost every night.
And it's amazing.
Yes, I still want a man to love me.
Some day.
But it's not so important that someone loves me as it is that I feel loved.
It's not worth settling to be seated next to man.
I would rather wait a thousand years seated alone than be with a man who isn't good to me.
Real love is always others' minded; it does not seek self over anything or anyone else.
And when two real loves work in conjunction with each other, the result is like magic.
Life is too short to be in a love relationship that isn't like magic.