I can see why some people just decide to spend their life alone with no one to share it with as intimately as you do with someone you love. I can see why some people simply give up on finding someone and making it work. I teeter back and forth with this idea. And I’ve come to accept more than I ever have the possibility of being alone. I’ve come to love who I am when I’m alone, which is to say I’ve come to accept that there is a lot about me to love, regardless of my relationship status. And maybe… just maybe… that’s been the whole point of it all.