Maybe you don’t need a relationship to heal you.
Maybe singleness isn’t killing you.
Maybe you’re simply looking for love.
To love and to be loved.
And although you will survive and thrive without it, the need is there.
And each day that passes you by, as the need remains unfulfilled, you put out the little fires across your chest, the ones searing your heart.
The little fires of disappointment, dashed hopes, and unrealized expectations.
Deep, deep down, you entertain the diminishing, nearly absent hope that love will indeed find you.
Maybe it will find you.
Until then, you have to admit yet another painful truth:
You’ve grown weary of maybe’s.
Haven’t you?
This Square Peg. 
*snap snap snap*
And then, there is the other kind of maybe, the maybe that’s talked about here: https://youtu.be/9IexHTqxW90 (You’re familiar with my recent experience with that kind of maybe. Maybe, in general, carries painful connotations, I think.)
That other kind of maybe…yeah. There are no words. But yes, a world of painful connotations. And just exhausting…thanks for reading, my friend. ❤