Thank You Love

I’ve always wondered how people could love love so much.
All it's ever shown me is pain.
How can people be completely destroyed by another and then expect anyone else to have the decency or the care to understand that.
They still hold out hope for the one. Yet, the one they claimed was the one last time, broke them.
As did the last.
Do they not know who it is, the one, or does the one for them not exist? Time and time again, and still they hope?
Where does that hope come from?

Forever romantics hmm… Everyone likes romance, but when recurring pain is happening why hope any more?
And it's not that I don't have hope. I hope for so many things.
I hoped it would get cooler and it did.
I hoped for rain and it came.
Maybe I hoped for love, true love, romance at some point. I can't recall.
Maybe my standards are too high? Maybe I'm too uptight? Maybe I'm tired of having my time wasted? Maybe, just maybe, being alone beats being lonely with someone in bed next to you.
If I ever needed love from the opposite sex to survive, I'd die night one.
Maybe I've never been romanced. Maybe I never wanted to. Maybe I never asked for it. Maybe I never needed to.
I don't hold my breath for false promises. I can't wait around for someone to waste my time.
I have things to do. I have a life to live. And I will be damned if living in the misery of being under another's thumb - because they lack - is a lifestyle choice.

Hang me from the highest cliff. I will never. Ever. Let another person degrade me.

I Love Me, and that is all the love I need.

Thank you.

Love, Me