A good friend pointed out the other day that we’re not getting any younger.
I’m over being single and I’m ready for a relationship—the whole package—the cuteness, the arguments, the good times, the bad, and the mutual unconditional affection, and happiness.
My friends say they envy how I’m good at being single: how I’m comfortable at meeting new people and how it’s easy for me to get their attention. I really don’t want all that attention. What I want is the attention of one and only one someone, who I know I’ll come home to everyday.
I’m not lonely, I’m not depressed, and I know how to be happy single but I want to share my life with someone. I’m midway through university and I’m starting the initial steps to become an attorney. These years may become the best years of my life and I don’t want to spend them alone.
My future man, where you at?