I deserve to be happy. I deserve to be happy. That is what they say. C’mon now, I think to myself. In this world, in my life, love cannot equal happiness. I’m not saying that it doesn’t, I’m just saying that it can’t. It is not in my best interest to ever rely on someone else, a lover, as a source of consistent well-being. That is not practical. Happiness is more logical than love. There will come a day when I have the two completely separated.

It will be a long time before I decide to make myself vulnerable again.