I've been single 5 years. During that time, I yearned to find someone, rode the dating roller coaster of oddities, and finally decided to get completely comfortable with the idea of being alone the rest of my life. It wasn't a pity party. Just a calm peace in knowing that in the end, all we have is ourselves. And that's ok.
I've found a man who brings me flowers, plans dates, and astounds me with his amazing cooking.
I drew this in January. And he showed up in April.
I'm smitten and grateful for each moment I spend with him.