sometimes i think, i am meant to be single.
most times i think, i am not meant for the mess.
all times i think, if we can just remain friends, we can avoid all the complications that present themselves beyond that platonic position.
and every day, i think to myself, damn, i fear for the man who asks me to commit. the one who expects my whole heart. because the second you start to sweep me off my feet, i make it a point to escape from your arms, and plant my feet back onto the damn ground.
and RUN.
i make sure to run as far as i can. not to see if you're going to run after me. not to see if you don't even bother to watch me go. but so i never have to see you again, think about you, fall in love with you, be happy with you.
because nothing good lasts forever. i know that. it doesn't stop me from my single-girl antics though, because i wake up and go to sleep terrified of having my heart stomped on. again. and even if i'm in viewing distance, i'm far in heart.
and heart is all that matters. mine. the one that i can't give to you.
but then i figure that it's just fine, i'm perfectly lonely.
