The Single Life


I did a blog at the beginning of May about the warm transparency of new love and its inevitable demise. Today I found this lone leaf lying on the ground and I thought, being single isn’t so bad (I also thought it looked like a tongue, but that’s besides the point).

How often do we use a relationship as a crutch to avoid the crippling reality of who we really are? God forbid we spend a few days, weeks, months, or even years by ourselves to do a little self improvement before subjecting another person to our idiosyncrasies.

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