I like to think that I am somewhat of an independent spirit. A lot of people get nervous at the thought of being left alone in their own company, but I revel in it. I enjoy time alone. I enjoy not having to consult anyone or consider anyone when I make my choices about where to go and what to do, and what I want from life. Being single and independent is, at times, very peaceful (and a lot less work. You don’t have to shave your legs, you can drink as much wine as you wish whilst watching chick flicks, and no-one is there to say annoying things like “what are you doing with your life?” or “we need to talk about where this is going”).
That being said- there are times when it isn’t so great. Over the past couple of years I have been slowly learning more and more about what I want from my life and one of the things that has surprised me the most is realising I want to have a… “Significant other”.
I want someone to count on, a friend and a confidant. I want someone to share my travels and my memories and my moments with. I want someone to cry with when I’m having a bad day. I want someone to yell at when things get too much. I want someone to snuggle up to and fall asleep against when the weather starts to get cold. Basically, I want someone to be my rock- my constant, my safety net.
A lot of people believe you need to right yourself before you can truly be ready to be part of a relationship. That might be true, to an extent. We have to build up our own persona, our own confidence and set our own goals, sure, but why should we go through it all entirely alone? I don’t think it should be this way. I want someone who is willing to stick it through the tough times, the potholes and the red tape, because I believe it is stuff like that that build a true bond.
You can argue that it is far easier to fall in love with anyone when your life is perfectly in place, but the problem with that is that life is never really going to be perfect, is it?