I know the universe is working in my favor because I am alone. Too many times have I been too close to the beginning of a love story, and each time something swiftly takes it away. A lover of theirs reappears, an interest suddenly fades. So I know the universe is working in my favor, because the timing of these ill-timings is too perfect, on-the-dot. She is working in my favor, saving me from some catastrophe with each person I fall in love with, waiting, saving, holding back my meant-to-be until the conditions are perfect. It's too coincidental to be coincidence. My alone-ness is proof of the Divine. I know it beneath my broken heart, where momentary emotions yield to where a much deeper knowing resides, somewhere beneath the pain, in my bones. Somewhere around there.