singletons

I look at people around me and it brings back memories of when I was not in a relationship. For the longest time I was convinced that love would always elude me till one day it hit me right in the face, packaged in unfamilar paper.  I didn't like it at first, fought it for as long as I could and then finally just let it swallow me. Now when I see people in that  familair single limbo as I refer to it, I die to tell them, to just forget that they are looking for love. The moment you do that it comes seeking you out.

From what I remember some of my most painful memories have been connected to wrong choices.  But to make the right choice, you have to learn what the wrong one looks like.