I forgot how in love I used to think I was. Silly little me. It was real, though. At the time. If I met myself in the past, I wouldn’t discourage me from loving. I’d say “Embrace it while you can, kid”. Evidently I have lost loves. All the loves I’ve ever had. But I’m not bitter. Perhaps a little battle-scarred. A little cautious. But those things do not define me. I’m not looking for love. If it decides to find me, that’s great. If not, I will continue to love myself. I’ll be alone; lonely even. And that’s okay. I’ve learned that there are worse things in life than loneliness. At least for me. 

(Source: sonhosdepoesia)