I've always searched for the intoxicating, crazy, all consuming sort of love.
But if it is all consuming, I lose myself. I lose my hopes and dreams. I lose my personality.
Because all of my hopes and dreams revolve around the one I love. And my personality grows to the person I spend all of my time with.
Are relationships really "meant to be" in your twenties?
Are all of the married and child-bearing people my age the lucky ones, or the unlucky ones?
Just some thoughts.
I am going through old pictures and rediscovering music I used to like.
I am noticing I disappear into my relationships.
Am I not good at being single because I am meant to be in a relationship, or am I just unable to be without one?
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