Paradox
Paradox
Love is a paradoxical thing.
I want desperately to be loved.
I want to wake up to a "good morning, my favorite person" text.
I want the last thing I see at night to be a little red heart emoji.
I want to spend 15 minutes writing a goodnight message longer than my college essay draft.
I want to have someone to talk to, all day long, no matter what I'm doing or they're doing.
I want someone who feels like they can trust me fully.
I want someone who I can trust fully.
I want someone who I can count on to lift me out of a bad mood and be my biggest cheerleader when I am feeling down.
But I don't.
Love is a responsibility.
Love is a burden.
Love takes effort.
And to be single — is effortless.
I don't have to worry about making plans.
I don't have to be accountable to someone all day every day.
I don't have to worry when I don't get my good morning message.
I don't have to pretend that everything's alright when nothing is.
I don't have to be someone's cheerleader. I can be my own cheerleader.
And I like it that way. But do I?
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