once, but now I’m not so sure. That relationship has become ancient history, and it’s become pretty hard to move on. It’s even more difficult because I’m not sure I even know how, or am capable of, loving.
I mean, I love my mom, I love my dad, I love my brother, but romantic love is something completely different. When it comes to relationships, I’m just numb. I don’t know why, and I don’t think it’s because of anything in particular, I just think that’s the way I was made.
The bottom line is, I love myself far more than I’ll ever love any man, or woman for that matter. I’ll always be number one in my book, and that’s fine by me. You may call me selfish, and yes, it does get lonely sometimes, but all things come to an end anyway, right?
There are some times when I look back on that time when I thought I was in love, and think of everything I had. Sometimes it hurts, but for the most part, I’m happy. I think it would be interesting to experience something like that again, but it’s further down on the list of my priorities.
