You’re happy now. That’s fantastic.
Why must you decide, at 31, that you have to be single for the rest of your life? You could fall in love at 39 and want to be single again at 42. You could find love next week and choose to be on your own after 50.
The point is: you don’t know and you’re not supposed to. It’s just … life. Let it be beautifully unpredictable.
I need to say: I believe you when you say your world is excellent right now. I do not think people need romantic relationships to be complete.
That said, it’s great you’re 10 percent open to change. I love that a sliver of you thinks, “What if?
Maybe it’s the 10 percent that would notice if you met someone wonderful.
That noisy 10 percent might also be the inner voice that tells you, “We should move to a new city. We should try beef tartare. Let’s do more volunteer work. We could see more live music. Maybe we should buy a bike.”
You may see that 10 percent of you as something that holds you back, that’s unwilling to accept reality. I see it as the piece of you that says, about every part of your life, “We’re open to all possibilities.”
– Meredith
Readers? Must we decide now how we’ll be forever? Thoughts on whether true love exists (and what that means)?
