It’s been almost two years since my last relationship ended. I haven’t really tried to start another one again, and I definitely haven’t been attracted to anyone ever since, aside from random silly crushes and what-ifs popping up in my mind, but I’m going through a tough moment in my life rn, and sometimes I miss what I had two years ago.
I guess it’s silly how much we tend to put our happiness in other people’s hands. How often we make ourselves believe that we’ll only be happy because someone else will do that for us, someone else who will be around and make sure everything is okay, but really, we’re the only ones responsible for ourselves. I know that, I’m completely aware of that, but sometimes, I miss that reassuring feeling of resting in someone else’s arms when things are crumbling down. I miss the reassuring hugs and the everything-will-be-okays. No, you don’t need to date someone to be hugged and comforted; you definitely don’t need to date someone to love them, but the different level of intimacy always feels good.
I guess I probably just feel lonely.