I wonder if I am meant to be with someone I can share the rest of my life with. I kept myself busy with paper works. I forgot to date even though someone asks me to. I become oblivious of the fact that I desperately need someone to hold hands with. I can’t remember the last time I kissed or have been kissed. My parents constantly urge me to get married. How can I tell them that my chance of getting married is hanging at the edge of a cliff?
Later I got to thinking about relationships. There are those that open you up to something new and exotic, those that are old and familiar, and those that bring up lots of questions, those that bring you somewhere unexpected, those that bring you far from where you started, and those that bring you back. But the most exciting, challenging and significant relationship of all is the one you have with yourself. And if you can find someone to love, well, that’s just fabulous.
However, part of me has always felt that life has no real meaning until you get to share it with somebody. Maybe that’s what I’m afraid of: my life finally taking meaning or suddenly becoming void of it. Maybe I’ll share my life with somebody… maybe not. But the truth is when I think back of my loneliest moments, there was usually somebody sitting there next to me.
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