I hate lying.
...and yet...
I know I sometimes stretch the truth.
I told my mother the other day that I am happy being single. This is not false. Indeed, I am a rather happy person. And I am single. But I'm not necessarily happy being single. I think it's more of a complacency. I have many, MANY wonderful friends that keep me occupied and give me the care and concern I need to make me feel loved.
But that's not eros. That's philia. It's not the same.
I feel like an angsty little girl when I write these things, but as a young person, seeing all these friends around me happy and pairing off, I'm sorry. I can't just ignore it. Yes, it's a want that I have in my life, and it shouldn't be ignored.
And if there is anyone who actually reads this, I'm sorry that you get the brunt of these emotions. It's just that I don't necessarily talk to anyone about this and like most, the best way for me to sort through my emotions is simply to get it all out. Since I'm not talking about it, writing about it is the next best thing.
Going back, though, as I said, I'm a happy person. I don't need a significant other in order to be happy. If it happens, I'll be happy. If it doesn't... well, I'll just keep moving forward.
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