I’m starting to begin to think that relationships just aren’t my thing. I say that several broken hearts and a baby later. I think I like the idea of love more than actual love itself. Maybe I’ve just never experienced true love. It’s only ever been admiration, lust and possessiveness. It’s crazy really, loving my son makes me wonder if I’ll ever love someone as much as I love him. I love his father for giving me him but we just aren’t right for each other. I think I’m meant to be alone.

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