I had a long chat with Jed about love, marriage and commitment. It was not a romantic discussion, more like a social discourse and an exchange of opinions.

We talked about a lot of things, but one thing that stood out clearly, at least to me, was the fact that I am not ready. And that is because to be perfectly honest with myself, the right person has not come along.

I don’t think I am choosy. I don’t believe I have commitment issues. The heart of the matter is simply that I have not found the one I want to commit my whole life to. When it happens, I will know. And I will seize the moment and make that commitment. That day, nothing will matter. Not my hang-ups, not my need for space, not my history. Only the present and the future that lies ahead.

I don’t know when it will happen. And until that day, I’m sure I’ll slip into my insecurities and bemoan my singleton fate. But to realise this today was an insight worth holding on to. It’s reassuring to know I have not become a complete cynic where love is concerned.