I’ve been single for 7 years Technically 9. Since then I’ve dated men. Some for a night. Others for a few months. I’ve kissed men. Some I will never forget. Others I’m okay to leave in the past. Men have given me butterflies, for sure. I’ve given men butterflies, I think. Men have hurt me. I have hurt them. I’ve fallen in love at first sight. Only to release that to the reality that love needs more than sight to exist between two people.

It’s been 7 years, *technically 9 since I’ve let someone in to see all of me. The good and the bad. Inquisitive. Present. Silly. anxious. worrier. Untrusting. Spontaneous. Emotional. Loyal. Men don’t usually make it past the silliness. Love is scary. Hope is a gift. When I fall for someone. It’s quick. But when I fall for someone. It’s rare. I’ve been single for 7 Years. Technically 9. It may become a decade before love re enters my life. I’m content in that. Because I’m ready. For 7 years, hopefully 9, hopefully until our time on earth ends.

Men have made me laugh and cry. They’ve made me anxious in sleepless nights. Others have held me in restful slumbers. I have woken up to them with a smile on my face, content. I have woken up to them wondering how to relieve them from their hope for any sort of future with me. Some of these men have become my friends. Some of these men have become strangers. Others have become a knowing smile as we cross paths in the streets.