Since the failure of my last love relationship, I made the decision to stay single and think of myself. I realized that in the last years I had put a lot of effort on others and little on myself. I found that I no longer knew myself, that I had no more passion and that I defined myself by the way people looked at me, without really knowing who I was.
It's scary ... It's as if during all this time, love made me forget that I was as important as the person I loved. That I had to move forward also and stop wanting to move others forward.
I forgot myself, lost, I deviated from the path I had traced and time passed, without my being able to realize, how much love had erased me.
Today, at 25 years of age, it is as if a bomb had fallen on my head. Who are you, what do you want and what is it you like.
I want, for the first time in my life, to think of myself and live for myself.
Oscar Wilde said: "To love oneself is to be assured of being loved all his life".
Strangely, men don’t seem to understand this phenomenon:
"Would you like to have a drink?"
- "No thanks, I do not want to meet anyone right now."
And the festival of misunderstanding and persuasion begins:
- "You could be much happier with me"
"How is it that you do not want to meet anyone?" Give yourself a chance. "
"Are you afraid of being hurt again?" I do not understand".
Let us see gentlemen. Wanting to remain single, is it a crime? Why would we not have the right to be totally happy and single ?? Why should we absolutely need someone by our side to be fulfilled?
Are we a generation of emotional dependents?
THE DEBATE BEGINS! Hahaha!